Did it work? I dont think it did! Let me see...

They call me no name.
Because i haven't got one.
Nor a family ou a friend
Not even a house
I am truly alone.
How can I be born with out,,
Well Life.
I cry myself to sleep each night.
But it's impossible for people to see me crying if I'm in the rain
I don't know what l’amour is
I don't know what care is.
I don't know who i am either,
If i did know what l’amour was i would be accepted.
Not here. Not there, No where.
I don't know anything,
And i have never seen another human see me,
But i feel them.
I feel them here.
Watching me, but most of all, on the inside, there souls haunt me and kill me. Slowly, with...

Water Springs High:

*The new summer breeze rolled through the doors as the beautiful populaire girls burst through the hallway. Cat walking to class as the leader,Alice,hit the livres out of a girl's hands and smiled so wide like if innocent*
Girl: *watches them go and picks her livres up,pulling a strand of her curly hair back and slides her glasses to her eyes as she walks to class. Three girls stop her and its obvious that their Friends *
1 girl: Melody, toi gotta claque, smack that Barbie across the face like what she did to your books!
2 girl: Two wrongs don't make a damn right.
3 girl: Ashley! You...

Alone:
I feel like I’m in a prison. And there’s no way to get out. I turn around see myself alone. {Alone, alone, alone, alone…}
    No one! No one to talk with. No one to laugh with. No one’s shoulder to cry on with. Because I’m alone. {I’m alone.} My respect is replaced par my jealousy. I don’t seem to have heart… any more. Because I’m alone. {I’m just a loner.} 51
My feelings are hurting. My body is cold. I am stiff. My mouth is burning. I don’t have enough words to explain all the feelings I’m having. Please someone tell me, that I’m okay then...

“When you’re born a lover
You’re born to suffer
Like all soul sisters
And soul brothers”

I don;t know what it means?
But it's beautiful..


If toi could read my mind you'd all be in tears
That's why I write it down for toi all to hear
Not that I want to see toi cry
But for toi to know your not alone and the words toi say hurt..

There was a time where I thought I was past. all of this.
Past the cutting.
Past the hate.
Past the crying.
Past the pain.
Past the suicide thoughts
But then.
BAM!
It hit me once again like a bag of bricks...

They say..
So Young, So Damaged..

That's what I am..

I say..
How do toi run...

Once there was a little girl, was always happy and smiled and made others smile...

She helped people and did whatever she could to help. Little did anyone know par age 10 she'd begin to feel all alone, and feel like her Friends hate her...
And think she was ugly because of her glasses.

par age 12 she would begin thinking about bad thoughts and thinking about doing bad things.
She would think about dying and what it would feel like to die.
And how she would die.
She began to become depressed and sad all the time.

By 13 she would become suicidal, and try to kill herself 5 times.
She would think she...

I look back at my life, and I see a girl who I wish I wasn't...
A girl who's fucked up a lot
And has done stupid things
Who is depressed
And cuts
Who's swallowed pills
And swallowed the bleach
Or made herself throw up..
A girl who was always smiling
But I guess she got good at faking?

The world around this girl thinks she's happy and has a great life..
If only they knew the real her..

If only they could see through that fake smile of hers
Or see the scars that line her wrist legs and hips
Because a smile can hide so much..

I feel as if theres something inside me picking at me wanting to be free...
Picking...

I smile.. I cry.. I lie..

~I SMILE~

I smile, even if people abandon me
I smile, when my friend confessed he liked me… maybe…
I smile, when my cœur, coeur broke as he a dit he forgot me
I smile, when I’m in tears
I smile, no matter how much pain I’m in
I smile, through times when it is tough
I smile, when my Friends hurt me
I smile, despite the hurt
I smile, when people withdraw their trust on me
I smile, like I’m the happiest girl in the world when I’m not
I smile, whenever my world crashes around me
I smile, to those who ask, “Are toi okay?”
I smile, just for the sake of it
I smile, but sometimes...

Little things about me...


I've been écriture a story at school, this girl has been lire it.

She wonders where I got the idea from, I tell her it's just fiction,

I can't bring myself to tell her thats it's really how I view the world since everyone thinks I'm the super happy smiling girl.

No one knows my world is dark.


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This week we had an anti-bullying activity at school

We have to traverser, croix a line when something applies to you.

"Please traverser, croix the line if toi feel lonely."

No one in my class did, but I know one person who almost did.

Until she saw nobody else did.

I should have crossed that line.

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I...

Okay it's time to..Vent...



I grab a couteau and some pills to try to ease the pain, but each it feels harder and harder to keep up and stay smiling. I wrote a poem with some beauty and some vision to it bottom line it my expend your mind if toi read it closely. To much shine can dull the soul if your feel how I feel then I'll write some more...

How can the world be so mean to me when I did nothing to be in this darkness I now call life? I get a little honest and I ask myself, if the time came would toi save me if I asked for help? I normally send my mind out to the outer most to get away from this...

Still I Rise



toi may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are toi beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.

Did toi want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened par my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't toi take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got or mines
Diggin' in...

Hearing Damage.


Hearing Damage
CHAPTER 2– The Orphanage.


This is the jour two men in black Suits – Avocats sur Mesure knocked on the front door.
“Hello,” one of them nodded at me. He slipped off his black lenses. “Are toi the daughter of Lisa Moore?”
I nodded. “Y-yes…”
“We’re from FBI and we’re here to take toi somewhere.”
“What?” I was confused.
“You will understand when we take toi there. Grab the things toi need from this house and we’ll be off to go.” The other man told me, almost too hastily.
I was about to turn and go inside when one plus thing popped in my mind and I turned my...

This for anyone out there who knows what pain truly feels like...This is for you..

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Here's my story and feelings...

Each jour I always put on a smile
No matter what
I always smile

And the reason why I always smile is because when I was little my mom always used to say to me, to be strong and montrer your not in pain and suck it up.

Each jour I always hold everything in
But when I get home
And I'm all alone
I burst into tears

Each jour I feel so alone
I feel as if I'm losing my Friends
Which I am

I've cut
I've swallowed the pills
I've drinked
I've force myself not to eat

But...

I'm sick of these thoughts these people are ponding in my head,
I'm sick of this lie that people call life,
And I'm sick of the tears and hiding them away,
Trying to montrer my parents I'm strong and okay.
But if your like me..
And your sick of the lies and this life toi live toi do the same as me..
Put a smile on your lips..

I'm the girl who's always smiling
And always looks so damn happy
But in reality its not even a real smile
It's plus like a plastered on mask
And my real smile has been gone now for quit some time
But no one can see that because they really don't care
They never ask if I'm okay they all...

Scars

Scars– A story about what scars truly mean to me.

When I fall into deep sleep
My cœur, coeur is at peace
For a while, I guess
Sometimes… it’s hard to say what I need to say
Because with all this pain locked inside me
Scars are printed on my heart
One par one, they appear
Some say that scars heal and wounds do not
With me, they don’t disappear nor do they heal
They simply grow
Pain is something I’ve been trapped in since I was small
It’s like death because pain is a feeling that makes me suffer
I can handle it perfectly, never montrer any signs of it
But I don’t think I can handle one from another...