

My journalThe evidence of sorrow Is written on my wrist Lines carved inMy journal
With a little twist
This is my journal Written in blood The razor my pen My ink starting to flood
Raw cuts bleeding So sweet and warm Leaving pink scars All across my arm
Never did I think
To be here today Thinking and hoping This would put my life at bay
You may think My journal entries obscene But how could you know What they possibly mean
This is my solution That I have found However sick and twisted It may


BeautyLike a flower standing alone Or a simple rough stoneBeauty
Beauty is everywhere you look and turn Some people very stern
So many people not liking what they see Wanting and asking "Can't I just be me?"
They say beauty is only skin deep But we know the words they really keep
Beauty reaches into the soul These are the subconscience thoughts we behold.


BoundBound and gagged In your own life Your soul now ripped Your body now tornBound
Stuck in a hole Screaming to get out Nobody ever listening To your tormented screams and shouts
Cure the sickness Help me heal Stop this madness Help me deal
Show me the way out Of this dark and dreary place This nightmare forever playing My heart always beginning to race
Nothing left to do But cry your eyes out Stay with me
While I scream my heart out.
Devious Comments
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~How will you know I am hurting,
If you cannot see my pain?
To wear it on my body
Tells what words cannot explain.~
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Just grin and bare it..... while quietly plotting your revenge!
From the ashes of sorrow we rise to become the pheonix of vengence....
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~How will you know I am hurting,
If you cannot see my pain?
To wear it on my body
Tells what words cannot explain.~
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"It is not our abilities that show what we truly are, it our choices." ~Albus Dumbledore
"Courage is not the absence of fear, but rather that something is more important than fear." ~Unkown
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~How will you know I am hurting,
If you cannot see my pain?
To wear it on my body
Tells what words cannot explain.~
(I didn't reply for the longest time because i was in the Bahamas on a mission trip.)
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~How will you know I am hurting,
If you cannot see my pain?
To wear it on my body
Tells what words cannot explain.~
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~How will you know I am hurting,
If you cannot see my pain?
To wear it on my body
Tells what words cannot explain.~
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~How will you know I am hurting,
If you cannot see my pain?
To wear it on my body
Tells what words cannot explain.~
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~How will you know I am hurting,
If you cannot see my pain?
To wear it on my body
Tells what words cannot explain.~
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99 times out of 10, somebody wins in the game of football-- Paul Burwell
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Cor ad Cor loquitur.
Unicorn's gallery|Mermaid's gallery
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~How will you know I am hurting,
If you cannot see my pain?
To wear it on my body
Tells what words cannot explain.~
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~How will you know I am hurting,
If you cannot see my pain?
To wear it on my body
Tells what words cannot explain.~
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"I upon the woes of humbled guests am diefied"
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~How will you know I am hurting,
If you cannot see my pain?
To wear it on my body
Tells what words cannot explain.~
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~How will you know I am hurting,
If you cannot see my pain?
To wear it on my body
Tells what words cannot explain.~
Smootchies
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-TiZa-
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*Crying for me was never worth a tear, my lonely soul is only filled with fear* -Ocean Soul-
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