

ContemplatingA tear slides slowly and silently down my cheek as I sit in my room. Alone again. My chest aches as I think about my life and I close my eyes against the memories. My wrist throbs nicely and brings a faltering smile to my lips. I watch as the crimson blood falls down my wrist falling to the floor, rubies making paths through the air. I don't even flinch when the blood makes a stain on my carpet. I'm so sick of living this life that I can't bring myself to care. I think about all the beatings I've lived through and never told anyone about. I think about my dead best friend, at the tender age of 12. I think about the scars on my back from the bContemplating


The Perfect LifeYou may think that I have the perfect life, but you never see me when I cry in bed at night, or when I scream my throat raw when the music is so loud no one else could hear...nor could they care too much. You don't see me when I cut myself bringing the fresh red blood to the surface. You don't see me when I'm vulnerable and weak, when I'm lost and tired, when I'm dieing on the inside and struggling on the inside. The only thing you do see is when I'm at school pretending to be so happy. Pretending to have the perfect life so much so that everyone envies me and my "flawless life." I'm everyone's perfect little angel that would do nothing wrongThe Perfect Life


Stories from the heart.Scribbler of Dreams,Stories from the heart.
I like writing. I love it. I wish I could just skip all my classes, just to write. I want to be paid to write. I want to live within the books and paper I write upon. I want everyone to know that I love to write. I want to sit down with my pen and paper and just write everything. Anything. I love it. I can say how I feel and no one could ever judge me by my words. They are my own, and my own alone. Even though someone out there has written the same words, someday, I too will write something that way. I will say those same last dying words, yet alter them into ways they could not be used. Yes, someday I will w
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Raven's Smile
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