Jack-O-Lantern
Sitting, smileing, roteing.
All of this for nothing,
but a simple decoration.
Dieing, hateing, loveing.
the jack-o-lantern lives forever,
but in the end will die.
Cunt!
To nights the night.
Come on bitch.
You know you wanna play.
Go ahead,
say one more word.
I'll slit your fucking throat.
Smut i wanna kill you.
End this fucking race.
I'll get you at any cost.
Sometimes,
It hurts so bad inside.
No longer will my tears hide.
I wish i could run away,
and find a happy place.
I wish I could destroy memory.
I'd wipe out peoples image,
of my fucked up horrid face.
I want to run away,
and find a happy place.
I wish i could rip this skin,
show people who i am inside,
abloody fucking mess.
I need to run away,
and find a happy place.
I want to go away,
and stay where i'll never be found.
I'm gonna run away,
and find that happy place.
Isn't she pretty?
Wind her up and watch her smile.
She works like clock work.
So loving, so caring.
So, so forgiving.
But theres something wrong...
There seems to be a malfunction.....
She is fueled on fear.
So afraid to be herself.
One wrong word,
one wrong action,
an with laughter her whole world will come down.
Everyone will leave her.
Slowly gears will stop their turning,
rust is soon to form.
And all that is left,
is a shell,
of a girl to afraid to live.
My Skin
Pale. ripped scared.
Cut me, slice me, kill me.
Tear it off an rip out my heart.
Watch my guts spill.
My skin is marked.
Each one has it's reason,
Pain, hate, doubt, loss.
All of it means nothing,
an yet someting in the same.
It's beautiful, it's ugly, it's me.
I hate it, I love it.
Theres nothing I can do.
It's me.
They take my tears as depresson,
when in reallity it's just confusion.
They take these cuts as depression,
when really their just scares I get along the ride.
Iwhish they would understand,
but i'm so missunderstood.
They take the drugs as a way to get high,
but i'm just haveing fun.
they take my anger as rebellion,
but really im just being me.
They take my tears as depresson,
when in reallity it's just confusion.
They take these cuts as depression,
when really their just scares I get along the ride.
Iwhish they would understand,
but i'm so missunderstood.
They take the drugs as a way to get high,
but i'm just haveing fun.
they take my anger as rebellion,
but really im just being me.
My Skin
Pale. ripped scared.
Cut me, slice me, kill me.
Tear it off an rip out my heart.
Watch my guts spill.
My skin is marked.
Each one has it's reason,
Pain, hate, doubt, loss.
All of it means nothing,
an yet someting in the same.
It's beautiful, it's ugly, it's me.
I hate it, I love it.
Theres nothing I can do.
It's me.
Isn't she pretty?
Wind her up and watch her smile.
She works like clock work.
So loving, so caring.
So, so forgiving.
But theres something wrong...
There seems to be a malfunction.....
She is fueled on fear.
So afraid to be herself.
One wrong word,
one wrong action,
an with laughter her whole world will come down.
Everyone will leave her.
Slowly gears will stop their turning,
rust is soon to form.
And all that is left,
is a shell,
of a girl to afraid to live.
Sometimes,
It hurts so bad inside.
No longer will my tears hide.
I wish i could run away,
and find a happy place.
I wish I could destroy memory.
I'd wipe out peoples image,
of my fucked up horrid face.
I want to run away,
and find a happy place.
I wish i could rip this skin,
show people who i am inside,
abloody fucking mess.
I need to run away,
and find a happy place.
I want to go away,
and stay where i'll never be found.
I'm gonna run away,
and find that happy place.
Cunt!
To nights the night.
Come on bitch.
You know you wanna play.
Go ahead,
say one more word.
I'll slit your fucking throat.
Smut i wanna kill you.
End this fucking race.
I'll get you at any cost.
Isn't she pretty?
Wind her up and watch her smile.
She works like clock work.
So loving, so caring.
So, so forgiving.
But theres something wrong...
There seems to be a malfunction.....
She is fueled on fear.
So afraid to be herself.
One wrong word,
one wrong action,
an with laughter her whole world will come down.
Everyone will leave her.
Slowly gears will stop their turning,
rust is soon to form.
And all that is left,
is a shell,
of a girl to afraid to live.
yes, absolutely i'd be delighted to have you get it as a tattoo. if at all possible, could i see the finished product? would love to see how it turns out!