I am on a quest to the deepest, darkest corners of my room in
search of what some would call
"afloor"a long & difficult task awaits me. Wish me luck my
friends for I may not return alive.
he looked at me and said.. do you ever feel like your working for something
your never going to get ? a shoot and miss kind of deal,
like no matter what you cant have it,
but that makes youfight for it just a little bit more..
i looked at him for a moment and replied every day.
and that girl looks in the mirror every morning to see those red, dry scratchy eye and fake smile only to prove that she is over him { { e v e n t h o u g h s h e ' s n o t } }
he's not what you'd call"hot" or perfectat all
but to me he's cute you know, in a differen t kinda way
well, you could say he's perfect for me
because i still feel the same sparkswhen i look into his eyes... <3
She Looks Into The Mirror ♥ And she sees the black streams that lead from her eyes to her chin. She
can't take the pain much longer; she won't last the end of the day. All
it takes is one person to fix this mess, and he's totally oblivious to who
she even is. Every day, she goes on with nothing to live for, nothing
to see, nobody to be with, not even any friends. She is rejected by
all of society. And because of this she is pushed to the edge. 'Goodbye
World, try not to miss me.' She scoffs as she plunges the blade into her wrists. And to think, one person caused a lifetime of pain, tears, and blood.
*vent, vent, vent. hopefully, it makes sense
to someone. I don't really care if you favorite.
