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| ahahahaha i have no friends. and this is me, this me now. | | |
| I just wanted to say thanks to everyone that has left me such awesome comments. You guys rock!!!! And thanks for all of the support, it means so much to me! If you ever want to talk to me, get at my MySpace or you can IM me: doitsatansway. I'll be there for you! | | |
| you inspired me
you really did
but i won't say that's a good thing
according to everyone else.
i'd say it's wonderful
but expensive.
i don't care if it'd fuck me up
at least i'd be happy.
i'm already a big enough mess
what's the difference if i add a little more
to the over-stuffed pile?
nothing.
which is what i am
and how i feel
so don't try to convince me i'm anything but
which is totally contradictory...
if you think about it long enough. 08 June 2007. | | |
| Will you be my friend?
There are so many reasons why you never should:
I'm sometimes sullen, often shy, acutely sensitive,
My fear errupts as anger, I find it hard to give,
I talk about myself when I'm afraid
And often spend a day without anything to say.
But I will make you laugh
And love you quite a bit
And hold you when you're sad.
I cry a little almost every day
Because I'm more caring than the strangers know,
And, if at times, I show my tender side
(The soft and warmer part I hide)
I wonder,
Will you be my friend?
A friend
Who far beyond the feebleness of any vow or tie
Will touch the secret place where I really am I,
To know the pain of lips that plead and eyes that weep,
Who will not run away when you find me in the street
Alone and lying mangled by my quota of defeats
But will stop and stay--to tell me of another day
When I was beautiful. Will you be my friend?
There are so many reasons why you never should:
Often I'm too serious, seldom predictably the same,
Sometimes cold and distant, probably I'll always change.
I bluster and brag, seek attention like a child,
I brood and pout, my anger can be wild,
But I will make you laugh
And love you quite a bit
and be near you when you're afraid.
I shake a little almost every day
Because I'm more frightened than the strangers ever know
And if at times I show my trembling side
(The anxious, fearful part I hide)
I wonder,
Will you be my friend?
A friend
Who, when I fear your closeness, feels me push away and
Stubbornly will stay to share what's left on such a day,
Who, when no one knows my name or calls me on the phone,
When there's no concern for me--what I have or haven't done--
And those I've helped and counted on have, oh so deftly, run,
Who, when there's nothing left but me, stripped of charm and subtlety,
Will nontheless remain. Will you be my friend?
For no reason that I know
Except I want you so. NOT WRITTEN BY ME. | | |
| As the blood ran down my legs,
I couldn't believe I was so naive.
"It'll never happen to me" is what I said,
But now look at me: I'm emotionally dead.
I told my daddy no, please, stop,
But he musn't have heard me when he was covering my mouth,
With his hands. His cold, rugged hands. You told me real men don't rape, mommy, real men don't rape.
But he musn't be a man now, as he's tying me up with tape.
Now he's feeling my body, mom, you must be so proud.
Can't you hear me? I'm screaming so loud.
Won't you be proud when I have your husband's kid?
I hope you look at all the things he did,
And I hope you die a slow and painful death, right along with him. He rapes me physically, you rape me emotionally.
It's a no win situation, but for you this is like a vacation,
Because instead of him raping you, now the tables have turned,
And I feel almost as pathetic as you.
This isn't the first time he's done it,
But this time there's going to be a change,
I'm telling this time, this time won't be the same.
I am going to be better than you, oh yes it's so true.
Because although he destroyed me, so did you. | | |
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