Hello to the cold world, I was named Max Lee Moore par the parents who absolutely despise me. I am sixteen years old at the moment, will be turning seventeen on June 27th. But who gives a crud? toi know what I receive for my birthday every year? For how old I am, like sixteen. I get sixteen whips from a belt. My dad doesn't live with me anymore to whip me, so there's my mother. She gets a kick out of every whip. It seems to make her ecstatic. Each whip equals to one of her evil laughs. She whips me any chance she wants to. It pains me so much that I'm surprised I haven't committed suicide yet. Hell, I've been contemplating suicide for almost three years now. toi want to know the real reason why I haven't killed myself yet? The reason is, I have the hope of one jour being able to speak to the girl of my dreams. Her name is Ally Nicole Vernon. I l’amour just everything about her. She's kind. She's beautiful. She's smart. She's funny. She's... perfect. She's not a populaire girl, but it seems that everyone loves her. Ally treats everyone how she'd want to be treated. She's always helping out at school. I've loved her since she attended Pave View when she was in the ninth grade. I was at my locker with my Black Veil Brides bag over my shoulder. I heard a voice... so beautiful, so I turned. There she was... the most beautiful girl I've ever seen in my life. The thing is... she doesn't realize I exist. I'm invisible to her. We're in the same biology and drama classes, though she still sees right through me. It's like I'm nothing but air. When I'm bullied, it seems she notices me, but I'm not for sure. I'm still sure she sees right through me. Just wonders what the bullies are angered about. Getting to the bullies, well, they tape insults on my locker about me being emo and a fag. That makeup is for fags. That I should kill myself and cut myself. And crap like that. I get beat up in the bathroom. Because they know the teachers never go in there. They just go to the teachers' lounge ou whatever the hell it is.
My life is pathetic. Don't feel sorry for me. I don't effin' deserve it.
My life is pathetic. Don't feel sorry for me. I don't effin' deserve it.
Para todos aquellos que hablen español o lo entiendan, aquí les dejo un poema que escribi hace mucho tiempo ya
Nunca había visto caer la lluvia así
Sólo cae
Mientras tú vuelves a casa
La lluvia cae
Pasaron tres horas sin tu regreso
Aún te espero en la puerta
No busco la lluvia
Espero tu vuelta
Pasaron coing años
Te sigo esperando afuera
Aun contengo tu sonrisa
Esperando que llueva
Pero ahora es muy tarde
La lluvia ha cesado
Y aun espero tu llegada
Sigo esperando tu mirada
Nunca había visto caer la lluvia así
Sólo cae
Mientras tú vuelves a casa
La lluvia cae
Pasaron tres horas sin tu regreso
Aún te espero en la puerta
No busco la lluvia
Espero tu vuelta
Pasaron coing años
Te sigo esperando afuera
Aun contengo tu sonrisa
Esperando que llueva
Pero ahora es muy tarde
La lluvia ha cesado
Y aun espero tu llegada
Sigo esperando tu mirada
Laughing heals the soul. What makes toi laugh? Were all different. As a writer in training I'm experimenting on the"fun factor". Down the page are some funny stuff and I'd like to know which one makes toi laugh the most. If toi found a funny pic please post it and please commentaire on the pictures.
Now like I've a dit we all have different tastes and it all is on you. Laughing is a very fun excersise.And these pictures are funny (or at least to me). Hold on to your socks lady and gentlemen it's time to get your laugh on.
Please comment!!!
Now let's have some laughs!
Now like I've a dit we all have different tastes and it all is on you. Laughing is a very fun excersise.And these pictures are funny (or at least to me). Hold on to your socks lady and gentlemen it's time to get your laugh on.
Please comment!!!
Now let's have some laughs!
Sometimes its Easier to inore the truth
to forget about everything
to sit in a closet and hide forever
Sometimes its Easier, to blame yourself
To think its your falt
To montrer no emotion
Sometimes It's easier to keep everything inside
to not let anyone know
to hide everything.
To me, Its easier to say something
To talk
to cry
Its easier to Feel Emotions
Anger, rage, Sadness,
but not fear
Fear is my enemey
He wants to take over my mind
Keep me locked up inside.
I'm tired of being scared
I'm tired of being locked in my own world
I'm tired of being a prisoner.
I will not be afraid,
I will not Let him Win
to forget about everything
to sit in a closet and hide forever
Sometimes its Easier, to blame yourself
To think its your falt
To montrer no emotion
Sometimes It's easier to keep everything inside
to not let anyone know
to hide everything.
To me, Its easier to say something
To talk
to cry
Its easier to Feel Emotions
Anger, rage, Sadness,
but not fear
Fear is my enemey
He wants to take over my mind
Keep me locked up inside.
I'm tired of being scared
I'm tired of being locked in my own world
I'm tired of being a prisoner.
I will not be afraid,
I will not Let him Win