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Nov. 2nd, 2010 | 07:29 pm

I find myself asking myself is it okay to cry?
Is it okay to be weak?
It's like the world goes on, but leaves me stuck inside of my thoughts.
I'm afraid, afraid of re-living those horrible memories.
Scared of remembering the pain and the blood running down my thick brown legs.
Afraid of living my life second guessing myself.
I'm terrified of cutting way to deep and blood gushing from my flesh.
Me dying with out being able to say my goodbyes.

It's been a Month.

Oct. 15th, 2010 | 04:25 pm

Its been a Month
Its been a month since the nightmares began
a month since i cried myself 2 sleep at night
wishing i could go back and change that day
its been a month since he took advantage of my body
i looked into his eyes hoping to see some type of apology
but all i saw was hunger
hunger for my body
hunger for my taste
 i was hoping it was just a bad nightmare until i felt the pain
and saw the blood running down my thick brown legs
its been a month since i told some1
a month since i buried it deep down inside of me
its been a month since the nightmares began


Oct. 15th, 2010 | 04:24 pm


Oct. 15th, 2010 | 04:10 pm

These tears are shattered into a million pieces
Heartbroken into thousands
Life cracking into fragments
the moment you turned from me the moment my world crashed
These shattered tears are gone
Broken-heart turned to dust
these life fragments turn to nothing
the moment you entered my life the moment it changed forever
No more shattered tears
No more broken-hearts
No more life fragments
This life is dead
that part of me was put to silence.

Me asking for help.

Oct. 14th, 2010 | 08:14 pm

I am sick and tired of walking around having to look behind my shoulder and having to second guess myself. It's not right nor is it fair. Why should i have to always be strong? Why should i always have to be the shoulder everyone leans on to cry? Why should i always have be the ear everyone uses to rant to or to ask for advice? Gosh, when is it okay for me to cry? For me to lean upon somebodies else's shoulder to cry. Or for me to use somebodies else's ear to rant to or ask for advice? I Don't know. That's the answer and i suppose i'll never know. But i do know one thing i cna't stay strong much longer. I can't be everyone's else's anchor when i myself don't have one to keep me moving, to keep me smiling, laughing and living. I feel myself slowly dying inside each and every day, and it scares the fuck out of me. Yet it's happening, and i don't have a clue how to stop it from happening. So I'm ask for someone i don't care who just SOMEONE.. TO BE MY ANCHOR.


Oct. 13th, 2010 | 05:19 pm

This is one of the poem's i wrote. It's a Short Poem as you can see.

These tears stain her cheeks

This fake smile hurts her lips

The girl that once lived,died inside

Everything about her was forced

Her laughter, Her smile, Her happiness

The emptiness she felt was unbearable

Wishing she can coil in on herself

Yet she cant