Thats Just Fucking Fine by 7-Blondie-7, literature
Literature
Thats Just Fucking Fine
If you want to ignore me,
That's just fucking fine.
You're not worth it-
I'm not wasting my time.
I'm so sick of thinking of you-
Not being with you.
I hate loving you-
And all the crazy shit you made me do.
But what about all those times,
When you gave me your heart?
I was a bitch-
I tore it apart.
You trusted me,
I broke you.
Is this payback?
Is that what you're trying to do?
We got so sick of caring-
So now, neither of us gives a fuck anymore.
Happy now-
Is this what you wanted?
I bet your so fucking thrilled,
You settled the score.
But guess what?
I'm not crying anymore.
Your so full of shit,
And everyone knows it
Drugs Dont Cost Just Money by 7-Blondie-7, literature
Literature
Drugs Dont Cost Just Money
Why am i scared,
That you dont care?
Because the drugs have changed you-
Made me want to hate you.
But i cant,
And so i dont.
I cant figure out what went wrong,
And why i dealt with you for so long.
Because you treat me like dirt,
Do nothing but make me hurt.
I'm not a 'good as you',
But i have feelings too.
I'm not giving up,
Even if i'll never be enough.
I wont be around forever,
One day i'll be gone.
And long after our friendship is completley lost,
You will finally see-i was what the drugs really cost.
I force my tears to dry,
I don't have a reason to cry.
Its just my body.
Just me.
Out there for everyone to see.
I want to cut every unmarked place,
Left on my arms, my legs, my face.
Everything that was in that picture,
Every part of that slut,
Will be covered in blood..
It's all her fault,
Those pictures were just for him.
Not made to be forwarded at his whim.
Instead that slut's face,
Will be in inboxes all over the place.
But its not me-
Just that whore's body.
When she cries,
Why can't you hear?
She bled tonight,
And what she's doing just isn't right.
You know its because of you,
And there's nothing you can do.
Because you don't hear the tears,
That never seem to dry,
Because you refuse to listen,
When I cry.
No matter what you do-
You cant fix the past, I wont forgive you.
Remember that time when you showed up at my house,
Knocking until i would come out?
That day you begged me to give you another chance,
And that very same night you shoved your hand down my pants?
When you were so sweet, giving me roses, taking off the thorns,
That day i was your 'little angel', when my first nickname was born.
But then you started with the drugs,
You loved them too much.
You begged me until i started to cry,
And burned me because i wouldnt try.
Then you would always get me drunk, leave me vulnerable,
Got me hooked and left me 'in the cold'.
Convin
Anything You Do, I Do Better by 7-Blondie-7, literature
Literature
Anything You Do, I Do Better
How far will we go,
Just to let each other know how serious we are?
Because both of us know,
Neither of us win for long, or by very far.
I slice my wrists open,
You hook up with that whore again.
I make out with your best friend,
You start smoking weed again.
I pull an all-nighter chugging down vodka,
You come to school hungover.
I stop eating for weeks,
You refuse to let me explain, speak.
I start hanging with the 'bad crowd' again,
And you beat the shit out of my boy friend.
I cut my every limb, leaving disgusting gashes,
You start snorting those little white ashes.
I smoke a cigarette or two,
And you do a joint or two.
I
A Million Ways You Hurt Me by 7-Blondie-7, literature
Literature
A Million Ways You Hurt Me
A million things to say,
A million reasons to cry.
A million tears fell,
The day we said good bye.
Last night,
I had a million reasons why,
We should leave things be,
And just say good bye.
A million strings,
A million times you've torn my heart by the seams.
A million cries,
A million lies.
A million things you've done to me,
But no matter what you put me through-
I still love you.
So a million voices cry within my head,
"Take back what you said!"
But no matter how much my voices and I cry,
I finaly did it,
And i really meant it.
After a million tries-
I said good bye.
Because i love you-
I cant say good bye.
Because i love you-
I cant stand hearing you cry.
Because i love you-
I have to hurt her.
Because i love you-
My mind has become a broken blur.
Because i love you-
It hurts not having you know.
Because i love you-
I just cant let go.
Each cut a little closer to death,
Each bloody tear leads me to my last breath.
Because as the reasons become worse,
The end seems to easy, so close.
As the cuts travel their way down my arm,
I'm leading myself down the one way road of self harm.
My tally marks get deeper and more dangerous,
As my depression evolves, worsens, changes.
Because each little or big mark on my body,
Is just a simple harsh reminder,
Of how far I fell,
As i walk alone on the deadly road to hell.
Thats Just Fucking Fine by 7-Blondie-7, literature
Literature
Thats Just Fucking Fine
If you want to ignore me,
That's just fucking fine.
You're not worth it-
I'm not wasting my time.
I'm so sick of thinking of you-
Not being with you.
I hate loving you-
And all the crazy shit you made me do.
But what about all those times,
When you gave me your heart?
I was a bitch-
I tore it apart.
You trusted me,
I broke you.
Is this payback?
Is that what you're trying to do?
We got so sick of caring-
So now, neither of us gives a fuck anymore.
Happy now-
Is this what you wanted?
I bet your so fucking thrilled,
You settled the score.
But guess what?
I'm not crying anymore.
Your so full of shit,
And everyone knows it
Drugs Dont Cost Just Money by 7-Blondie-7, literature
Literature
Drugs Dont Cost Just Money
Why am i scared,
That you dont care?
Because the drugs have changed you-
Made me want to hate you.
But i cant,
And so i dont.
I cant figure out what went wrong,
And why i dealt with you for so long.
Because you treat me like dirt,
Do nothing but make me hurt.
I'm not a 'good as you',
But i have feelings too.
I'm not giving up,
Even if i'll never be enough.
I wont be around forever,
One day i'll be gone.
And long after our friendship is completley lost,
You will finally see-i was what the drugs really cost.
I force my tears to dry,
I don't have a reason to cry.
Its just my body.
Just me.
Out there for everyone to see.
I want to cut every unmarked place,
Left on my arms, my legs, my face.
Everything that was in that picture,
Every part of that slut,
Will be covered in blood..
It's all her fault,
Those pictures were just for him.
Not made to be forwarded at his whim.
Instead that slut's face,
Will be in inboxes all over the place.
But its not me-
Just that whore's body.
When she cries,
Why can't you hear?
She bled tonight,
And what she's doing just isn't right.
You know its because of you,
And there's nothing you can do.
Because you don't hear the tears,
That never seem to dry,
Because you refuse to listen,
When I cry.
Anything You Do, I Do Better by 7-Blondie-7, literature
Literature
Anything You Do, I Do Better
How far will we go,
Just to let each other know how serious we are?
Because both of us know,
Neither of us win for long, or by very far.
I slice my wrists open,
You hook up with that whore again.
I make out with your best friend,
You start smoking weed again.
I pull an all-nighter chugging down vodka,
You come to school hungover.
I stop eating for weeks,
You refuse to let me explain, speak.
I start hanging with the 'bad crowd' again,
And you beat the shit out of my boy friend.
I cut my every limb, leaving disgusting gashes,
You start snorting those little white ashes.
I smoke a cigarette or two,
And you do a joint or two.
I
A Million Ways You Hurt Me by 7-Blondie-7, literature
Literature
A Million Ways You Hurt Me
A million things to say,
A million reasons to cry.
A million tears fell,
The day we said good bye.
Last night,
I had a million reasons why,
We should leave things be,
And just say good bye.
A million strings,
A million times you've torn my heart by the seams.
A million cries,
A million lies.
A million things you've done to me,
But no matter what you put me through-
I still love you.
So a million voices cry within my head,
"Take back what you said!"
But no matter how much my voices and I cry,
I finaly did it,
And i really meant it.
After a million tries-
I said good bye.
Because i love you-
I cant say good bye.
Because i love you-
I cant stand hearing you cry.
Because i love you-
I have to hurt her.
Because i love you-
My mind has become a broken blur.
Because i love you-
It hurts not having you know.
Because i love you-
I just cant let go.
Each cut a little closer to death,
Each bloody tear leads me to my last breath.
Because as the reasons become worse,
The end seems to easy, so close.
As the cuts travel their way down my arm,
I'm leading myself down the one way road of self harm.
My tally marks get deeper and more dangerous,
As my depression evolves, worsens, changes.
Because each little or big mark on my body,
Is just a simple harsh reminder,
Of how far I fell,
As i walk alone on the deadly road to hell.
The expectations are way in the sky,
And because i just cant reach.
The tears leave my eyes,
And i'm drowning.
Your words are music to my ears,
And when you whisper to me,
Its so special, just for me to hear,
No one else.
My blood is laughter,
The more you laugh,
The more reasons to hurt,
And the more cuts.
I am a ghost,
Normally unseen,
Invisible to most.
And worthess to the rest.
Your my heart,
My soul,
Not just part,
The entire whole.
The others are pain,
The earth is hell,
Things stay the same,
And i hope i live to tell.
My breath is the air,
Running low,
And there is not a care,
In this whole world.
My thought
Well, my therapist/doctor is a fucking retard. A few years ago, when i was in 6th grade, he diagnosed me as Bipolar. a mental illness, in case anyone hasnt heard of it. A few days ago, he called my parents and said he would like me to meet with a Professinal to reevaluate my situation'. Turns out i may be bipolar, but i have Borderline Disorder. a Very serious mental disorder. Everything i read about it makes me feel more and more like a nut then i did before. Bipolar is sadly a common disorder. Borderline is a fucking DISEASE. And apprently, 20% of Borderline paitents end up needing hospitailzation. Ohkay i understand needing help. But i don
1. I'll respond with something random about you.
2. I'll tell you which song or movie you remind me of.
3. I'll pick a flavor of jello to wrestle you in.
4. I'll say something that only makes sense to you and me.
5. I'll tell you my first memory of you.
6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of.
7. I'll ask you something I've always wondered about you.
8. I'll tell you my favorite thing about you.
9. I'll tell you my least favorite thing about you.
10. If you play, you MUST post this on yours (LOL, well not if you don't want to XD)
AHAHA!!!!
..because the meaningless words i throw together and call poetry are absolutely terrible, and i am sorry to ruin your computer screen with their suckiness. If you want to continue talking to me, email me saying who you are, and we shall continue to converse.
It's pinkhelmets67@yahoo.com
If i am wasting your time, and while reading this you were thinking, "Damn we all know this girl cant write, why does she even waste our time?" It's not offical, but i am pretty. Thank you, and good night! *tomatoes thrown as poet runs off stage bawling* Byeeee
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