:3 Always loved your stories, and the way you talked to people. Well, I'm sorry your going through a lot of stuff, and I wish you the best.
Like I said, I might post poems here. -- You never heard my voice. You made a fucking stupid choice, I cleaned up after your mess, And one thing I've gotta confess... I'm tired of your PMS, Your constant bitching puts me under stress, You never listen, never give a single shit, I hate you and it's something I want to admit. I'm tired, I'm tired, You're not the person I once admired, I want to die, I want to die, So I no longer need to cry. I lock myself up, and you always try, I told you to shut up, to not come and pry. I'm dying, I'm dying inside, People try to help but I choose my pride. I sleep on the floor, And stare at the door, I've lost my hope in life, I don't want to deal with no more strife. This is the pitiful end, And I don't want to make no amends. --
Well, I just found out my dad thinks I'm a nuisance through the telephone, and after half an hour of crying and asking God 'WHY', I'm in a car with the two people I hate the most. -- The pretty little playhouse, Has the colors of the rainbow, Tainted red with hateful blood... Smeared with orange of the burning sun... Colored yellow of decay and disease, Splashed green of jealousy and envy, Painted blue of the sorrowful tears that we cry, Painted purple for the distrust and the things we do and lie. The people of the playhouse, They always snap and break. In reality they suffer, And are healed with glue and tape. The people of the playhouse, They always smile and lie, In reality they suffer, But shut up and slowly die. The people of the playhouse, They have the finest, richest things, In reality they suffer, Plastic painted gold are their bling. The people of the playhouse, They rarely do complain, In reality they suffer, For what does nagging gain? The people of the playhouse, The fanciest in the lot, In reality they suffer, Left in the house to rot. The people of the playhouse, They act all dignified, In reality they suffer, Robbed of their right and pride. -- ... I hate life, so, so, much.