Would you have laughed if you knew my pain?
twisted with distortion but seemingly plain.
Would you have cried with me if you knew just why?
Left me alone to bleed and to die?
I just don't know what those answers would be.
But I can't wait it out to test or to see
please understand the scars both arms.
Just sit and watch. please don't be alarmed.
I'm expressing myself with this liquid guilt.
Behind these walls sweet misery has built
Close your lips and open both eyes
watch with laughter as i bleed and cry.
With me we would cut, bleed, die and scream.
with you we could laugh, smile, cry, and dream
I cant recall which would be better or worse
My sad empty soul is just a curse.
My dearest friend
or darkest foe?
Forget about me and leave me alone.
Leave me to cut my heart, flesh, and bone.




i was really sad and angry because my teacher gave me a pinkslip for being tardy coming up the huge ass hill from band. its not my fault it takes so long to put up a french horn!
but anyways she pissed me off and i just wanted to write about how my friends and teachers were pissing me off. and i hate being called a cow and my friends started saying that while i was writing this and i snapped a little. and because of these stupid poems i like to write im now on pills so yeah cristy fitch francis and dr. westwood
go find a pole and sit on it and rotate you dumb fucks!

I just discovered the awesomeness of the phantom of the opera and gerard butler. i loved the movie and now im going nutz!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ive been painting the mask of my face an singing all the songs in the middle of class. it is awesome. ive even been trying to strangle people also with my invisible noose that i cant have because i would have iss forever. anyways just wanted to put that out there caus ei shall mary gerard butler and make him my angel of music.......ahhhhhhhhhhhhh, insanity is a good thing wasted on fat ass teachers and preps

ok, i cant figure out how to submit a fanfiction correctly. i dont know how and need instructions if someone would help me with that i would love them forever and let people read my sesshomaru and kagome fanfictions on DA. (not that there arent enough already, but....)

if someone would like to help please do so * cough* *cough* namine!

i was watching wildhogs and on the sneek peeks before the movie started they have the nightmare before christmas in 3d and it will rock and i am soooooooo gettin it or seeing it wherever it is gonna be cause i am syced. cause i just found out and now i have something to look foreward to

I feel sick. Disgusted and used
Screaming and crying as blood squirts my shoes
I see the bodies, I hear the lies
Screaming and crying as I make them all die.
Sick to my stomach, puking up my guts
Seeing their face disfigured with cuts
I curl up into a ball and start to dream
Of faces with cuts and scars that scream
Huge gaping mouthes ripped and gushing
Down their faces red is rushing.
I yelp in pain and feel my heart Breaking
As I see a face that once caused aching
I try to run but my shoes are slick with blood
Frantic, I wipe at the crud.
Face looming behind me I fall to my knees
Hovering over me as I scream please.
Raspy voice.evil face. haunting my eyes
For him and others I have cried.
I scream for anger, hatred and pain
Because im a slave to my stupid head game.
I wake up yelling. cant clear my head.
Seeing the bodies I look at the bed
Upon it he lays, face cut bleeding
Ontop of him crows are clawing and feeding
An omen of death
Their final breath.
Fearfully I glace around and see more
Mangled bodies smotheres in gore
Upon my hands is all the blood
Caked and runny I wipe at the crud
Their eyes gushing
My heart rushing
I run and hide nont believing my ears
Cold iron cuffs, all becomes clear.
Im put in a cell where the walls are squishy
I can only see their blood. runny and gushy
They told me im crazy,scyco and sick
That my minds gears just dont click
Im sick to my stomach, puking up my guts
As I see his face disfigured with cuts



some of yall may think this is scyco and i need yelp but thats not true. I was kinda going through a creative writing fase. where i got to be the serial killer writing about my demise. but most dont see it that way. hell my own sister is afraid to sleep in the same room with me now. so no this poem is not a cry for help and dont call the cops becasue i havent killed or had thoughts about it....recently. (just kiddin)

Oh yeah and evan, you can show this to your mom and them if ya want but dont think im syco cause this was just for fun
and yes the man hovering over me is greg that ungratefull peice of shit that i wish would burn for an eternity in hell where he belongs


Please tell me what you think people