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  1. Sick Little Game

    Look at my picture in the picture frame,
    I'm standing alone in the pouring rain
    About to go practicly insane.
    From all of this pain.
    I know I'm putting my family name
    Down to shame.
    But I just can't restrain,
    So maybe I'll get some fame,
    From slitting open my veins
    In my sick little game...

    And I'll fade out of the picture frame,
    Leaving alone the rain
    Because I went insane.
    From all that pain. ...
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  2. Roses like blood

    Roses like blood, Violets like veins,
    I know your love is true,
    and you know I will never forget you.

    Ever since I met you
    things have been different.
    No more tears, no more fears
    just the one of losing you.

    Now I notice everything at its best,
    and now we sleep a whole lot less.
    You make me feel like
    thereís nothing left to test.

    Weak knees, butterflies, and major blush,
    I just canít help ...
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  3. Suicidal Thoughts

    Suicidal thoughts run through my head,
    this pain in my heart is too much to dread,
    im sitting here alone with this sharp blade,
    not going near the sun, i like the shade,
    it brings me everlasting doubt,
    that i cant ever scream or shout,
    he broke my heart right into two,
    'babe i cant get over you",
    these saddening dreams are hard to fight,
    babe cant u see im ending my life,
    i cant take this pain no more,
    my heart it ...
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  4. Life About Emo's

    From here to there
    I wonder why,
    People cut themselves
    The only reason is a lie.
    With the blood flowing down their arm
    Of course we'll stare when they do self-harm.

    An "emo" we call them
    They know the name,
    We act as we slice ourselves
    But emos are only ashamed.
    They CAN help their feelings
    of being the one alone,
    They hide for the day
    just dying to get home.
    They head to the sink ...
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  5. Her suicide

    Her last thought,
    as she succumbed to the darkness,
    was that of him,
    he who made her fall into this depression,
    he who first forced her to pick up
    that what would soon become her best friend.

    It always felt so cool,
    so right in her small,
    scarred hands.

    The feel of the smooth metal excited her,
    and every time she placed it against
    her marble skin,
    she thought of him,
    he who created this monster. ...
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