You don’t deserve to live her any more
You don’t deserve to know who we are
Know one wants you here
And no one likes you here
So just leave us alone
Scram
Out of our site
We don’t need you crap no more
Its time for me to stand up for my self
So here it is
Leave me and my family alone!!!
Friday, April 29, 2011
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
If you really knew me…
You would know that I am dyslexic…
Hyperlexic and dyscalculic...
I have to go to school everyday and do the same work as you, but is so hard. I feel like I am not normal. I feel as I can never live up to any expectations. I am not at the same grade level mentally as the rest of my friends. I fail classes and hate waking up in the morning and there is nothing that I can do about it. I have been called stupid, idiot, retarded, dumb blond, not worthy, mental and everything else that you can think of. I've been called these and many names by my friends, family, and teachers. It hurts. The cuts hurt. And it is a difficult thing to deal with. But is a gift. It is what makes me special. It makes me who I am. And if you think different then you can just go die in a hole.
(WOW I did it)
You would know that I am dyslexic…
Hyperlexic and dyscalculic...
I have to go to school everyday and do the same work as you, but is so hard. I feel like I am not normal. I feel as I can never live up to any expectations. I am not at the same grade level mentally as the rest of my friends. I fail classes and hate waking up in the morning and there is nothing that I can do about it. I have been called stupid, idiot, retarded, dumb blond, not worthy, mental and everything else that you can think of. I've been called these and many names by my friends, family, and teachers. It hurts. The cuts hurt. And it is a difficult thing to deal with. But is a gift. It is what makes me special. It makes me who I am. And if you think different then you can just go die in a hole.
(WOW I did it)
The scars of my Life
The "Amore" carved into my leg is nothing in comparison to the amore carved into my heart.
The cross carved in my wrist is nothing in religion compared to the cross carved into the wall of the church.
The star in carved in my wrist is nothing compared to the star that lives deep within my soul.
And the "March 29th" carved into my left leg reminds me of you and why I am me.
Why I am here
Oh and don’t forget the "L"
Red up…love
Red down…loser
And these are the emotions of my skin
Brought from the "heart" just for you
The "lines" like the never ending rode that I am traveling on carved in my arms
Legs
Body
Self
The scars for life
The cross carved in my wrist is nothing in religion compared to the cross carved into the wall of the church.
The star in carved in my wrist is nothing compared to the star that lives deep within my soul.
And the "March 29th" carved into my left leg reminds me of you and why I am me.
Why I am here
Oh and don’t forget the "L"
Red up…love
Red down…loser
And these are the emotions of my skin
Brought from the "heart" just for you
The "lines" like the never ending rode that I am traveling on carved in my arms
Legs
Body
Self
The scars for life
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
My Shadow
She is cowardly as she always hides behind my back when anyone comes around
Some days she is tall and some days she is short
I like having conversations with her because she is really good at listening to me
She is always by my side and there to protect me
She flies around the room at night while I sleep
But never really seems to be happy
Or sad
Or even excited
But she is my shadow
Pretty
Dark
Friendly
Mine
Some days she is tall and some days she is short
I like having conversations with her because she is really good at listening to me
She is always by my side and there to protect me
She flies around the room at night while I sleep
But never really seems to be happy
Or sad
Or even excited
But she is my shadow
Pretty
Dark
Friendly
Mine
Dark Black
Have you ever been alone
In a dark room
A dark black room
You can feel it creeping up on you
Eager to attack at any given moment
As it takes its chilled tactical
And grabs your neck
Pulling you closer
Dark black traps you in a warp of darkness
It can kill within seconds and all you can do is scream
It trips you and sucks you in deeper and deeper
These are some of your last moments before dark black takes over
It will Create death with in you
And while the air slowly runs to empty
You collapse
In a dark room
A dark black room
You can feel it creeping up on you
Eager to attack at any given moment
As it takes its chilled tactical
And grabs your neck
Pulling you closer
Dark black traps you in a warp of darkness
It can kill within seconds and all you can do is scream
It trips you and sucks you in deeper and deeper
These are some of your last moments before dark black takes over
It will Create death with in you
And while the air slowly runs to empty
You collapse
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