Something I wrote a couple weeks ago or something and I just found:
~Every breath another stab in the chest
A competition to see who can murder themselves the best
And I want to win so bad it makes me bleed
Inside and out, underneath and through the seams
This is over rated and a waste of blank stares
upon faded faces, with shimmering grey hair
The veins still pulsing yet the heart wont beat
an electrified death a gorgeous defeat~
I tried making this cool drawing I did into a painting last night..wasnt as cool as I had hoped, I was dissapointed. Its better as a drawing.
well thats about it I suppose I should probably put some clothes on....
until next time
i just think its one of
my low self esteem days. u know?
yeah well i love the poem.
its fabulous, dahling, just fabulous.
lol
-penelope