I Love Bubblegum

That's like...the best frickin poem uve ever written <3333333333

....i dont see it as a problem.....but everyones telling me to stop...and i dont want to........and i dont know what to do

Well.... today was a normaly day...mostly i jus rpd all day.

Well im gay....so no im not against gays....

I dont care about virginity really. Its no big deal to have sex. thats what i say.... i mean its boring with a guy but still...its no big deal...i get drunk and do it all the time...i like lost my virginity when i was like... 12 or 13

o.o id rather not....

is it this hard to stop for everyone cutting? i mean i might be able to if i wanted to...but i dont WANT to...is it normal for me not to even want to? god i need mental help....

((I'm getting these from my notebook thats why there r so many. and this is to my dad, who i never actually met...but still...its dedicated to him)) I'm sorry you missed out when I went to school for the 1st time, And you didn't have me tell you that you were all mine, I'm sorry you weren't there to take me to the mall, And you weren't there to tell me I have to stand tall, Sorry you weren't the one I saw when I came out of my play, Or the one I'd run to when I had a bad day, I'm sorry you didn't hear me sing, you'd have been so proud, And you weren't there to lift me up on a cloud, Sorry you weren't there to tell me there's nothing to fear, But then again you should have been here, I'm sorry you weren't the one to teach me to ride a bike, Or the one who took me on my first hike, I'm sorry you weren't the one who carried me on his back, Or the one who held me tight when strength is what I lacked, I'm sorry you weren't the one to hold me when I cried, Or tell me I did great when I really tried, I'm sorry you were never there to teach me how to cook, Or there at night to read me my favorite book, I'm sorry me as a daughter is what you never had, You will always be my father, but you will never be my dad.

((I keep getting these from my notebook thats why i have so much )) She looks down at her arms... all cut up & red She just can't forget all the things that he said She remembers the girl that she used to be She once was happy, loving and free. Now she's a mess, her arms are slashed Crowded with scars that she's gained in the past But still she smiles, she lives a lie It's easier to laugh than break down and cry. He told her he loved her, but that was pretend She's got a broken heart that no one can mend Her perfect guy was just a fake He tells her that she was his worst mistake. That happy girl, you'd never guess That deep inside, her life's a mess You'd never guess she sits and cries You'd never know she's dying inside. She sits alone on her bathroom floor Her heart is aching, she can't take any more She takes the blade, puts it to her wrist He'll never know just what he missed.. She loved him so much, she used the knife She loved him so much that she took her life. And when they found her, they saw her pain With scars etched on her wrist that spelt out his name.

((i keep submitting these from my notebook so thats why there r alot)) You ask me why I do it And expect me to explain This is hard for me to talk about But I do it for the pain. You know how hard it is to stop I promise you I tried I promise not to leave you But my heart's already died. You say you thought I was happy I could always fake a smile You ask how long I've been like this I've been hurting for a while. I lay the scissors on my arm I see your face in my mind I hear you tell me not to But deep down you’re far too kind. As I lay here writing this, heartfelt Blood flowing fast from my arm I remember the promise I made you My promise to never self harm. I know it may seem weird to you But it makes my pain go away To leave me here alive and well To fake smiles for another day.

There she sits so helpless Just waiting for that special day The day she set aside When she'll take her life away Up until that day She'll screw her life up more Taking all the drugs And cutting like before Stories of her messed up life Are written on her skin Keeping count of all the times The knife just tends to win Scarlet scars upon her wrists Tell of all the times She tried to go but something Stopped her suicidal crimes Her blood shot eyes tell of all The countless times she's cried She has no more tears to cry So her end she will decide As that day comes around When her 'precious' life she'll take She'll bring up all the pain inside And one more cut she'll make Never will she stop to think Of all the people she will miss You can call it 'ignorance' But ignorance is bliss As she starts to think about The story of her life She wants to end if faster Just to end all her strife She curls up in the corner And she begins to cry All the while voices whisper Just freaking go and die Mascara tears leak from her eyes And stain her pale, white face Trailing down her satin cheeks Depression's line they trace She sinks her nails down in her arm As she begins to shake Substituting physical pain For the pain from her heart ache As she slowly falls apart She starts to crave her blade She takes it out and wastes no time To add to the cuts she's made She drags the blade along her skin As she watches the blood pour out She feels control run through her body And the voices cease to shout She puts away her razor blade With no sign of regret She knows that she will do it again For the pain she can't forget As she starts to breathe again And her shaking finally stops Her weak and fragile body goes To her bed and drops Her eyes begin to slowly close As she thinks about that day Where all her struggles end as soon As she takes her life away

... nice

Poopsie GirdleBrain

Plain and simple. I don't know how to feel about anything anymore. Im flunking school. I've never been like this. I don't know what to do. If life is like a stage, I think I just fell off.

You bang ur head on the keyboard, and make what the words stand for. Example: *hits head on keyboard* rhgtrj: really hot guy retarted jerk