But I don’t care… I mean it just feels better when you let shit out.
Even thou there are some people who I wish would read this.
Like my best friend… I wish he would know how much I care about him and wish things were different.
And how piss off I am that a certain ex won’t leave me alone when I’m completely over him and thought I was done crying over just the little things that remains me of him.
And how… I don’t even know whats going on between me and someone who I just want to be in my life not my fucking email buddy or whatever to call it.
I just wish I was actually worth something and smart to go off to college and be brave to be doing something more like be able to travel to Tulsa to just visit someone or be brave to move out on my own and not be scared.
And to stop looking at the mirror and scream at myself wanting to just make another cut and watch the blood.
I just wish people would noticed I’m not okay and stop talking about how shitty there life is when they have no idea how bad I am inside me…
I always wish for things but i just want a miracle.
'cause you won’t, you won't. cut to the chase,
spare me the lecture on what it takes to make a man;
'cause you're weak, & I’m strong. H A P P I N E S S
Beware the stare of Mary Shaw
She had no children only dolls
And if you see her in your dreams
You must not scream
For she is taking revenge upon all
Who had silenced her and made her fall
Sending out 101 dolls to rip out their tongues
So none of them will utter a single word again
Beady little eyes, turning every way you go
Leave them in the dark and you never know
Forever they wil place you down, in eternal sleep
With a picture of horror, your own blood will seep
And gone forever, she will take
All your loved ones and family
Beware of Mary Shaw
She’s very angry
And whatever you do, don’t appear scared
For she will murder you and leave your blood there
Her ghost is kept inside one doll
Dug from her grave, you will lose it all
Just don’t say her name
Don’t ask her why
She’ll take your loved ones and she won’t cry
Beware of the stare of Mary Shaw
Her spirit lives on
“Titanic’ collided with an iceberg at about 11.40pm on 14th April 1912, that is a hundred years ago. She sank below the water at 2.20am the next morning.”
I thought that part of him was gone…
Back to being scared to even close my eyes at night,
while wishing for that part and old memories to go away, again.
For good.
