Messedupmind

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I am just a teenage dirtbag

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 Long but worth while...i promise

 Her name was Abby
She was only five
This is what happened
When she was alive


Her dad was a drunk
Her mom was an addict
Her parents kept her
Locked in an attic


Her only friend
was a little toy bear
It was old and worn out
And had patches of hair


She always talked to it
When no one's around
She lays there and hugs it
Not a peep of sound


Until her parents
unlock the door
Some more and more pain
She'll have to endore


A bruise on her leg
A scar on her face
Why would she be
In such a horrible place?


But she grabs her bear
And softly crys
She loves her parents
But they want her to die


She sits in the corner
Quiet but thinking,
" God, why? Why is
My life always sinking? "


Such a bad life
For a sad little kid
She'd get beaten and beaten
For anything she did


Then one night
Her mom came home high
The poor child was hit and slapped
As hours went by


Then her mom suddenly
Grabbed for a blade
It was sharp and pointy
One that she made


She thrusted the blade
Right in her chest,
" You deserve to die
You worthless pest! "


The mom walked out
Leaving the girl slowly dying
She grabbed her bear
And again started crying


Police showed up
At the small little house
They quickly barged in
Everything was as quiet as a mouse


One officer slowly
Opened a door
To find the sad little girl
Lying on the floor


It must have been bad
To go through so much harm
But at least she died
With her best friend in her arms


Press the <3 if your against Child ABUSE


 


W
hat is wrong with you?

How dare you make fun of someone for something they can't control?

She has acne. -  Do you think she chose to have red spots all over her face?
Her nose is big. - Who cares? Is she supposed to get plastic surgery? Hmm?
She has crooked teeth. - I've never met someone who got braces just for fun.
She wears glasses. - Do you think people like being half-blind? They don't.
Her hair is frizzy. - Some people don't like frying their hair w/ a straightener.
She's not a size 0. - Oh, I'm sorry that some of us aren't afraid to eat cookies.



I
mperfection  i beautiful.

When guys get jealous
it's kinda cute (':

When girls get jealous
World war III is about to start.
 


We met in kindergarten. We were best friends.

She always told me she loved my eyes. I didn't quite know why.

I was in love with her, so of course my face lit up immensely whenever she said it.

She was beautiful, kind, and extremely funny.

We'd be talking about nothing, and she'd turn to me and whisper,

"I like your eyes."

One day, I was playing basketball,

waiting for her to drive over to my house to have a game with me.

Suddenly, I got a phone call.

It was her mom. She was in a panic.

I couldn't quite understand what she was saying. It sounded like,

"Aaron, come quick! Kelsey, accident, Main Street! Blood. Come now!"

I had no clue what happened,

so I ran to Main Street with my basketball shorts and a tee shirt on.

I saw Kelsey's mom helplessly crying, waiting for the ambulance to arrive.

I saw a totaled car, blood everywhere.


Then I saw her, Kelsey.


My heart stopped as I frantically ran over to her.

"Kelsey? Kelsey!" She was unconscious. I started crying.

I know it isn't very manly, but I couldn't help it.

Before I could say anymore, the medics took her away,

the main source of blood coming from her head.

I went to the hospital that night,


I went every night.


in fact, the only time I left was to go out to eat, but that's it.

The doctors tried getting me to leave, but I refused.

It was all my fault.

If it wasn't for me, wanting to play basketball with her,

she wouldn't be going through this.

It was already four days, and she hasn't woken up.

On the fifth day, I saw her eyes gently open.

"Kelsey?" I called.

She wasn't quite awake yet.

Suddenly, doctors came rushing in, telling me I had to wait outside.

I did, for a few hours.

One of the doctors finally came out saying,

"I understand that you're Kelsey's friend, Aaron?"

"Yes," I whispered.

He bit his lip.

"She woke up, she's fine,

but I'm afraid she has long term memory loss."


"Are you serious?" I almost shouted.

"I'm afraid so."

I didn't meet his gaze. I couldn't.

I wasn't going to say anything, so he spoke again.

"You can go see her if you want,

but she doesn't remember anything, not even her mom."


I walked in, trembling in horror.

I saw her. She looked helpless as she slept.

I waited a few hours, until I saw her eyes opening gently again.

I expected doctors to run in, rushing me out.

Instead, she looked me straight in the eyes, and whispered,


"I don't know you, but I like your eyes."


~I'm a shopping cart~ ~Waiting to be used by one person and then the next when they're done.~
~I'm a shopping cart~
~You go to the store for one thing and end up filling the cart with useless things.~
~I'm a shopping cart~
~I have all these bars surrounding my insides, keeping them protected.. just to realize too late that i'm being misused.~
~I'm a shopping cart~
~I'm used until I'm not needed anymore.~
~I'm a shopping cart~

I always feel cold,
And tired, my eyes are dark underneath, and my blood is blue.

My heart is gone, and my brain barely functions anymore, I live in a black hole, and I don't eat, sleep, or dream.

Some people are afraid of me,
I'd be afraid of me too.

All I am is a shadow; a darkend escaped soul, that wanders the earth looking for meaning, but finding dead memories instead.

Who am I?

“HEY! HOW ARE YOU? HOW’S SCHOOL GOING?”
 
A PART OF ME CRINGES AT THE QUESTIONS
BECAUSE THOSE THOUGHTS ARE MY OBSESSION
THEY TORMENT ME ENDLESSLY
CLAIMING MY MIND’S IN A DEPRESSION
SO THE TRUTH BEGS FOR MY CONFESSION
BUT I KNOW, IF I WERE TO DO SO
MY WORDS WOULD BE FLAGGED FOR VIEWER DISCRETION
SO I’M STUCK WITH THIS SADNESS AND AGGRESSION
TRYING NOT TO
xFUCK UP YOUR IMPRESSION
OF MY PERFECT LIFE AND HAPPY EXPRESSION
BECAUSE WHO AM I TO MENTION
THAT MY LIFE IS ALL A LIE?
THAT THE HAPPY FACE YOU SEE IS STRUGGLING NOT TO CRY?
THAT HALF THE TIME I’M WONDERING
JUST WHAT WOULD HAPPEN IF I DIED?
IN TRUTH, I KNOW, YOU DO NOT MEAN TO PRY
BUT WHAT THE
xHELL DO YOU EXPECT AS A REPLY?
YOU DO NOT WANT THE TRUTH,
YOU’RE MERELY SEARCHING FOR A LIE
WITH A HEAVY HEART AND SHATTERED LUNGS
I’VE NO CHOICE BUT TO COMPLY
SO I BREATHE IN DEEP AND CLOSE MY EYES
AND EVERY ATOM IN ME IS STRUGGLING TO DENY
THAT I JUST WISH THAT I COULD RETRY
EACH
xFUCKING DAY I LET GO BY
BECAUSE IT HURTS TO BE ALIVE
AND IT JUST SEEMS EASIER TO DIE
SO I PRAY THAT I CAN HIDE
THE PAIN BEHIND MY LIFELESS EYES
WHEN I SIGH
AND SAY
“I’M FINE”