The Pretenderseveryone thinks there different unique in everyway they believe they dont conform to societies modern waysThe Pretenders
nowadays its cool and lush to be misunderstood its fasionable to be depressed
and draw your own red blood
people think there different oh so special and rare one day they'll realise its not out of admiration all the others stare
the different types and phrases that are used to catagorise should be burnt and destroyed right infront of their eyes
one day the trend will be over happiness will become cool again &
siblings loveEvery time that I see that smile Every time I see you cry Every time I see that look I wonder what is like to be yousiblings love
Inside your head must be racked with confusion Questions you just don’t know how to ask Things we ‘normals’ take for granted You will never know
Every time I hear you shriek with excitement Every time I hear your complaining tone Every time I hear your attempt to sing I wonder how you cope with being you
Your physical violence although hurts to the extreme It doesn’t beat the emotional torture I go through When others mock y
one dayOne day you'll wake up and I’ll be gone I’ll leave all the pain and misery behind Then one day upon you it will dawnone day
She’s gone
Take me for granted all you want now Play with me, break me, do as you wish
I’ll use all tricks and leave it so you know She’s gone
One day you’ll grasp that
You cant play me for a fool You’ll change the day you realise She’s gone
No matter how hard I’ve tried to tell you It breaks my heart whenever I try
I need to leave you and your lies behind She’s gone
Don’t treat me like a child D
poem2She sits surrounded by momento's of a life she never truely lived The tears no longer silent as before leave lines as they roll down her pale white cheeks Like old water fountains that have finally begun to leak She asses her life, mulling the whole tradgedy overpoem2
As the thinks and reflects fury begins to build up inside She thinks of all the crimes she has commited And she knows that even all the regretful tears she cried Will not be enough to secure her place in heaven
She moves on and tries to excuse those things The things she cant bring herself to say Was she selfis
thanks a lot for your
i won't submit for the moment, but my gallery is still open
thanks again
Gonzy
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