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I don’t want to be that girl
The one who sits at home and cries
The one who thinks of him and always sighs
The one who gets used
The one who’s abused
The one who’s seriously confused
I don’t want to be her
Her pain is great
The guy she loves is late
He has yet to figure out she’s the one
The one thats beauty far surpasses her looks
The girl you hear about in books
The one who holds him as her world
Evil convenience at the most up-wrecked time.
Sitting there all alone, your life worth a dime.
You can see your future in your own zombie-like dreams.
But you could care less, it could be some devil-like scheme.
You walk alone in day or night, with no sign of fright.
You eat alone all year long, with no sense of delight.
Blood oozing from the 6 inch depth wounds.
Hoping that you'll fall over dead, but not too soon.
Princess Dominica looked so beautiful
All dressed in black
With white make-up and dark purple lips
She sat on the throne so full of majesty
The onlookers were dazzled by her beauty
And worshipped the ground she walked upon
The King was not well
And expected to die soon
And the Queen had died long ago
So the young princess would soon rule the Kingdom
The day came too fast,
I forgot to get out of bed and woke to the moon,
I couldn't read a book,
The letters was too big and the words made sense,
I tried to feel today,
But I'm horribal at emotions,
Now I know why the meds keep them at bay,
I need to stop dreaming,
I need to wake up,
I've got an appointment with my bed and she hates it when I'm late
I can't wait till I'm grown up,
I know you are gone,
I have accepted that,
But I still have scratches and bruises,
That you just keep jabbing at.
I'm gone out of your life,
Your new girlfriend has made sure of that.
I avoid seeing or speaking to you in the halls,
I need my time to let my wounds heal and all.
The few scratches I made before that had nothing to do with you,
They seem to be reopening every time you do the things you do.
My arm was healed,