Little WandererLittle wanderer,Little wanderer,Where are you going?Why are you carrying the world on your two scrawny shoulders?I know you're upset,But carrying the world's pain can't solve your problems.Please sleep,Let me carry the world.Little wanderer,Little wanderer,You know as well as I that I'm upset too..But I'm the rational side, remember?You go and cry,Go and wander,While I go on,Emotionless.
The KillerRun,Run while you can.The shadow is coming,The killer is coming.Hide your hearts,Hide your dreams.There is no mercy fromThe Killer.Slashing hearts open,turning them blacker than the night.Stealing dreams,to put poison in them and give them back.You cannot cry,You cannot scream.Don't dare whisper,for help unseen.Keep quiet,Keep calm,Stay objective if you must.But never speak your heart nor dreams,Unless you want the Killer taking them.
Blind HeartIs anyone else finding it hardto breathe?Do any of you feelthis much hurt?Why are you all looking at mewith those cruel eyes?Haven't you been broken before?Or used?Why am I ask you this?All of you are going to say it,Suck it up,Quit overreacting,It's not the end of the world.Well fuck you,it is,my light is gone.I am blindly walkingin a pool of my tears,too afraid of going under.Is anyone else finding it hardto breathe?
What we doI could be as pretty as her.I could be as popular as them.I could be as skinny as her.So why am I not?I don't want to dirty my skin with the fakeness she wears.I want to be able to think for myself without having to hide my thoughts.I want to eat and be healthy.Honestly,What happened to us?The girls are starving themselves,The boys are more irrational than ever.Call this an "evolution" in society,But we all know that's bullshit.This is worse than our failing economyand our distrust of government.We starve ourselves.We're all sleep deprived.We just want to belong,so we torture ourselves.No one is brave
BreakingHer hands graspFor memories never seenI watch herwishing I could helpknowing I can't.She's losing her smilebut those closestdon't see it.I want to yellto get them to seebut then I thinkWhat can they do?They don't see herwhen she's weak.She's breakingbut no one wants to see.They want happyEven if it's fake.She's losing her voicebut it doesn't matter,no one listens.She's losing herselfbut there's no help,"she's above it."I want them to seeI want them to careShe wants them to seeShe wants them to careWe are breaking and scared
I've been in search of a sewing class or someone that could teach me so I can make my own dresses! >-<
I just picked it up and asked for my grandmother's help. I hope you find a class though. ^^
That dress really is flattering! The work you've put into it definitely paid off in the end!
You look incredible!
I bet there were quite a few weren't there?