NovA-KaYnE

You left me alone With an eternal goodbye Tears roll down my cheeks

Shining star up in the sky, speak to me and tell me why the wish I made never came true. I thought that I could believe you. Tell me why it fell apart and why he had to break my heart. Why is he insensitive and why does he not care? Why doesn't he act the way he did before and why is he never there? Why can't this be fun anymore and why does he make me cry? Why can't I still trust him? Please star tell me why. Tell me why it doesn't make me happy when I hear his voice. And why didn't he talk to me before he made that choice? Why did he break his promise and make his fear come true? What did I do to deserve this? I just wis

He was a fat man, jaded by the stares of people who saw him. I saw a moose that had orange feet, laughing at the weight, terrified. And this was just a dream...So this ugly lookig kinda looking thingy began singing songs of woe and wilting all over a daisy, dying, squirting it's white blood onto the stem of the orchid next to the ugly looking kinda looking flower thingy. There was a loud explosion and stuff happened. Then a giant panda appeared and started singing some really annoying *NSYNC crap. And again, I seemed to wake up, this time to the sound of sirens and screaming parrots that some lobsters who escaped from the supermarket were pin

I kiss him and die in a glimmer of his blood If God could gaze into the sparkle of the hazy celestial pool, he will look at the mirror with sorrow, and dream Our love is lost, though the ecstasy, blood, and death live on

I may want to cut myself and I may want to die. I may sit alone at night and I may always cry. People think I'm crazy but I don't really care. People think that if they bother me, there's something that I'll share. I wish that I was special, I wish I was like you. I wish that when I talk I get attention like you do. I hope that you still love me and I hope that you're okay. I hope that soon you will believe the things I have to say. I know you know you hurt me and I know you made me cry. I know it's true you did this but you'll never make me die. Only if by some chance you happen to kill yourself. Then I will becaue I don't want t

I know this guy with a pretty smile ad pretty shining eyes. He always makes me happy even if he doesn't try. He's really sweet and special, to me he is the world. When I see him my heart skips a beat. I'm glad I am his girl. He also has such pretty hair but he doesn't seem to like it. He loves ice cream and he's really cute.he's the one I want to be with. I love my baby with all my heart, I'll never leave his side. The sound of his voice makes me happy, his love keeps me alive.

Raise the hatchet, psychopathic. The wicked clowns are comin' at ya! Carnval music playin' loud. Kickin' Faygos into the crowd. Sittin' in my English class, waiting for the time to pass. I start to run, I'm a juggalette, so this makeup won't run when I sweat. I'm a killa, blood spilla. I'm a psychopathic thrilla. I'm here, I'm at the show, and damn I'm down with the clown fo life yo!

It used to be like some normal thing between me and my mom. She used to be so nice and loving, understanding, and calm. We used to have the kind of relationship normal families do. Now I try to understand why she can't stand the truth. She can't be cool and can't be nice. She doesn't even care. She can't make decisions on her own. She's never even there. I wish her brain could make it out that I hurt and I need help. She may sometimes seem to see my pain but she only cares about herself. It's not the kind of thing I need to live with, her screams make me cry. I tell her all my problems and she makes me want to die. For som