Talk about me, I want to see if you know who I am...
I'm so ******** imperfect it scares me.
I listened to your words and it's true they were close,
But you wouldn't know how close they were unless you lived in my skin and saw my world through somebody else's eyes.
I can't sit here and type this late,
I have things to do and places I want to see...
People I miss...
People I hurt...
Times I cry...
This isn't another emo rant...
Just a tough after being alone for so long...
I love life and life hates me; and life hates me because that hate makes me love it more.
I like the feeling of a willow switch on my back, the sting turns me on...
I like taking a hot shower and letting my hair get warm and then putting my head under the cold because the mixture turns me on as well.
I love Ice because it makes me want to fight.
It's raining now like it always does when I made hesuse cry... ******** baby needs to find himself a ***** like I did...
 Teardrops_of_Ivy · Mon Jul 10, 2006 @ 04:57am · 0 Comments |
