I’ll stand in front of you, facing you
Butt naked
And you will see everything
You will see the bones
and scars
My uneven tits
my vagina covered in hair
You will see my bones, and how skinny I am
and my uneven eyes
My large nose, and crooked legs
I try to look in control
I work for that, one day it will come
I’m awkward and I know it
Some will say I’m lethal
Just one taste and you won’t go back
And some will say that I am bland
Nothing to spark their flame
I can’t tell you what I would say
I suppose if I met myself, I would fall in love with me
Don’t you think?
I mean if I can live with myself now, why can’t I when I am not me?
Some may say, a shooting star
but I’m not gone quite yet, so it can’t be true
a flower child fits my mood. for the most part.
I’ll admit, I have a big heart
I don’t want to inflict pain in any way
I can’t move my legs like a dancer
And I’ve got no place for my arms
But baby, I’ll be all yours if you’ll be all mine
and we can take some time.
Maybe you should come over tonight
and we can get real close
Just through the feel
Find the secret to make me squeal
I’m all yours if your all mine
Even if it’s just for tonight
I don’t mind.
Your one I would like to explore
more
more
more.
Maybe it will be better, on the floor…
I was never the girl to want people to know I was struggling, or depressed. Especially not my family and closest friends, I hide most of my sorrow from them, because why should they have to know that I am upset when they are trying so hard to make my life pure happiness. Why should I want anyone to know about the pain that I feel some days? They don’t need to know, they don’t care and they don’t deserve to be let down. I need to make everyone believe I am happy, for the sake of them…
I always get very upset when I think of the people I want to become friends with here. I know they don’t care about me, why should they? But I care about them and their well being and if they are happy. They don’t care though, they are true DGAFers. All I seem to have fun thinking about is what would happen if I died today and left all these kids behind, would they care? Would they notice? If I up and left without telling anyone who would notice right away? I know the few who would, but I don’t think many others would notice. Then once they did, they would be upset in the fact that I left them behind to create an adventure for myself. Some would even get angry at me for leaving them behind, but why would I care then? I would be gone, miles away from their hopeless asses. People piss me off. Bottom line. Imagine if I left, everyone would say what a loss they were experiencing, they would grieve and wish I would come back, but for what? I feel like it would only be for talk. They don’t really care about me. If they did they would try to talk to me or something. I don’t know why I have issues with this still. I need to get over trying to be friends with people who obviously do NOT want to be friends with me. I just need to be somewhere new, and I need to be alone so I know no one. One day I will be alone in a new town, and it will be awesome.
Giveaway 2
The winner of this giveaway will receive a copy of L.A. Woman by The Doors on vinyl, and the Jim Morrison biography “No One Here Gets Out Alive”.I’ll pick the winner using an online random generator on April 20th, and will be able to ship abroad if needs be. Good luck everyone! :)
Rules:
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- Blogs made just for the giveaway or full up of reblogs of it won’t count
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How I feel about this subject, it is still so tender to me.
I guess…
I mean I feel awful, but I feel free.
I need to take him to San Fran, or even the Rasta shop! He would love it.
My life line on my palm says
I can expect to die young
If I am reading it correctly
Maybe it says I am destined to live long
Either the result, I will live
and in this time of life I need to find me
I don’t know what I want to do or become
I just want explore and create
I want an easy life
But that can’t be possible
I couldn’t get that lucky
In a way luck runs through my family,
But also, it does not.
Not money wise
except my sister, but she is wonder women
Why can’t I become an artist?
A model?
Sketcher?
There seems to be no hope for the career of art
But inside you I see something
Baby you’re crazy and I know it
I can’t stop myself though
for days, I have thought of you
Your mind
Your stability
Are you well?
What are you doing?
Oh, I want to talk to you
WHY?
I destroyed your life, I should never incorporate myself into your life ever again
But, I want to
I want to know how you are doing
If you are lonely
I want you to read
and sing
and write lots!
You know, I never told you how you inspired me to write more
Even this blurb was inspired by you
How is this possible?
Why do I feel like this?
I need to remember how lonely you are,
How you need someone to help you,
how I didn’t like that
How you chased me and I couldn’t chase you
what is wrong with my brain??
Why do I long to be free
I want to roam
just drive for miles on end
with a bag full of weed and a good companion
I wonder if you are my companion I long for right now
I wonder if you are the only person to love me as much as you did
Do?
I don’t know how you feel
I don’t even know how I feel
Babe let’s be friends and see where life takes us from there
