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Monday, March 6th, 2006
chance and anthony
they are the cutest couple EVER!!!
i think they should elope or something
who's with me!!!
(they make all the straights piss in they're pants....yes, thats how freaking sexy they are!!!)
Posted By shine_on_dimond_eyes @ 9:59 PM | Comments: 0 |
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Wednesday, January 25th, 2006
hndghndh
ok, ive decided to give up on everything
Posted By shine_on_dimond_eyes @ 7:48 AM | Comments: 0 |
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Thursday, January 12th, 2006
tell meh what yah think!!
SAM:Blood for the fathers and guns for the mothers they didnt love their daughter for what her friends taught her. they didnt appreciate her style of clothes or even the piercing she did to her nose
(we need another singer):black hair black lips black eyes those were just a few her parents tried to fix but little did they know, she had her revenge w/ knives. she tore up her wrists w/out a miss. her veins took the hit for what her parents did to her
TONI:they'll never understand her. the black broken soul and her fragile little heart. the gun up to her head showed the pain she kept inside.she left a death note and this is what it said:
(AGAIN, WE NEED ANOTHER SINGER):dear mother and father all i wanted was your appreciation and love i needed someone to talk to and u were never there. dear invisable souls, my classmates make fun of me. they were just like u untill i put this gun to my head..."
TONI: BANG!! the emotional bloody rose is dead. all she wanted, all she really wanted was a chance at peace, peace in life and peace to death. so she died.....so she cried when she died the gun, shivering at her shaking, but after that moment, that frightful moment...the gun fell to the floor...and was stil
the song sounds better when u actually hear it , haha i wrote it too
Posted By shine_on_dimond_eyes @ 7:14 PM | Comments: 0 |
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Friday, December 16th, 2005
READ THIS!!!!!!!!!
i apologize for the suckyness...
Save me from this puddle of blood. Blood from the cut of my heart which u made. With this knife I cut your name on my chest where my heart is. I gave u my all, you had it made. U just took it and ran w/ it. U kicked it around like I didn’t matter or I didn’t care or even as if I didn’t have any feelings.love is the slowest form of suicide. U killed me. I hide myself behind this shield from people like u. people who just play around and doesn’t care about anyone else. Would u care if I was dying? What if I died in your arms?
Its not only u. its also my “friends”. theyd choose anyone over me.
Im lying here in a bath of blood. Im still bleeding from your love. I bet u never thought that the little girl at 10, who always said her good night prayers, would end up a suicidal angel at 14. What happened to her? What made her change into this psychopathic cutter?
I cried myself to sleep last night. Im now drowning in sorrow. I hide myself from the tragedies that were born onto me.
I take this knife, I slice my wrists, but comes to mind an image of your face. I fall to the ground. Put my knife down. Cry tears of blood and love. Blood drips down. I get off the ground, u come to see if im ok and all I do is push u out of the way .I love u. im sorry for the way I am. But as for the rest of the world. I don’t give a damn.
Life w/ terror is just a metaphor of what happens between heaven and hell. We’re not people. We are just projects. Cutting our wrists and dying actually brings us to life. It brings us to freedom and happiness. The cuts on my wrists werent actually caused by a knife, but by feelings of a broken heart. I am human too. So treat me like one. Treat me like u treat that girl over there in a pink polo. Treat me w/ the same feelings that you have w/ her. Wishing her to b your girl. But yet we are the same kind of person. Wishing to be someone else, to have the one u love, to have the perfect family, the perfect grades, perfect friends, a perfect body, and basically everyday life. But u never get what u want .u never have and u never will.
and when ure crying in ur bathroom(uve locked urself inside) just think of me and take the knife(take the knife)
maybe if i died you would see what u did to me and my heart.gun shot right through, shoot me for the pains too hard to bare, the pain is too deep within. the heartbreaking image of your smile is haunting me both day and night. ill b the vampire you b the victim. but this time you wont turn into a vampire you will drop to the floor in tiny pieces as my heart. broken pieces of love...
tell me what you think about it...i wrote it so it prolly sucks...rele bad
Posted By shine_on_dimond_eyes @ 12:27 AM | Comments: 7 |
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