La-Tarsha..[Can't Take It Anymore]

Like roses and razorblades
You Pierce through your skin
Trying to remember what it felt like when
You could laugh and you could cry
But all along you wanted to die
They left you alone
They broke you to pieces
Like shattered glass
You were broken
You were unwanted
But you couldn't’t even cry
And you’d like to die
Alone in this cruel evil world
They took you
They broke you
They tore out your heart
They left you alone to finish yourself off
Like roses and razorblades
You stain your wrist red
The… Continue

It Just Came To Mind...It Always Seems To Be The Situation...

Tell me why
Why do the good girls finish last?
Why are we stood up and left behind for the hoes
the triflin ass female that will leave you high and dry in the end
Why do we try our damndest to be a good woman
Stand up staright,fix your hair,make sure you smile at just the right moment
Try and try and don't succeed
Here "she" comes....
Flaunt your ass and your chest
Don't forget to pin point the fact that your willing to be what they… Continue

I’m fat,

I’m hideous

And I hate myself.

Make me like the other girls.

Banish my ugly rolls of fat

And make me beautiful.

All the nice clothes cling to my body

And crease when I sit down.

All the clothes I wear are ugly and baggy.

I’d kill for the chance to wear that new designer dress,

The one that shows of your shape

But all it will do is cling to my ugly form.

I lie in bed and pinch the layer of fat that surrounds me.

I hate it.

I hate myself.

I’m fat.

I’m hideous.

Make me… Continue

She looked down from the mountaintop
Wanting desperately to leap off..
Wanting to fly..
To spread her arms and just fall.

Not a care in the world.
Not a soul to care for..
No one to care for her..
No one left to understand her..
No one to listen to her pleas..

Pleas of sorrow, Pleas of pain..
Head hurting so bad..
Eyes swollen shut..
Not a tear left in her to shed.

Free....She will be free
Fly away little girl..

And be free.

Void, canceled, simply annulled.
Endlessly aching, unconsoled.
Life without you, cause without reason.
Touch without sense, time without season.
I face life now facing a cancerous sore,
A sordid parasite that eats at my core.
All that makes me whole, all I hold deep within,
Leaving me lifeless, or at least not livin'.

A shallow face, anguished and marred.
An empty space, scaled and scarred.
Sweetly abiding to a cynical charade.
Secretly hiding 'hind a fictitious facade.
Still, lost within this… Continue