--Elite Writer Alias: hollybear08 Name: Holly Young ASL: 17 , female , PA Bio: [ Quick Bio ] Website:[ Website ] Days Away: 4369 Life Story: teenage dirtbag [ Ignore User ]
Favorites: 0 Forum Posts: 6 Shoutbox Posts: 1 RP Posts: 0 Signup Date: 4569 D 12.52 Years 1.25 Decades 152.3 Months 652.71 Weeks 4.569000e+8 Heart Beats -There you go eggman Quote: Live for tomorrow , not today.
So I'm the king of all these things of this mess I have made
Such a waste what a shame my whole life is a fake
Well I'm a bore and I'm sure I'm a thorn inside of you that has torn at you for years
The alcohol the demerol these things never could replace
What a minute with you could do to put a smile on my face
I'm a bore and I'm sure I'm a thorn inside of you that has torn at me for years
I can't get out of this dead skin I can't shed my skin
I'm not sure where to begin why can't I begin again
I can't get under my dead skin I can't shed my skin
Can I sllep 'til then
Phenobarbitol and alocohol these two surely will do
To knock me out keep me down at least a day or two
When I'm awake I can taste how bitter I've become
And it's more than I can bear somedays I pray someone will blow me away
Make it quick but let it burn so I can feel my life fade
Well I'm a waste and I can taste how bitter I've become
And it's more than I can bear
I can't shed my skin
I can't shed my skin
So I havnt been writing too much of anything latley. Too much shit on my mind to even make up a good sentence. Latley , everyone is acting like its all okay. This house consists of fighting , and its enough to make you want to run away as far as your feet will take you. I called my dad the other day , and I talked to him about everything going on here..but I honestly don't think he really cares. I'm sick of friends..who act like they care , but really....I feel like their just laughing at me under their breath. I don't need a so called friend. Do friends even exist? Do they even really matter? Because honestly , I just keep getting fucked over...and I'm about done. I can handle my own , and I'm not afraid of being on my own anymore. I'm not exactly the most stable person in the world.....but I'll manage. One day , I'll be moving to the mountains...and leaving everyone behind. Maybe I'll find a place for me...a place where the sun can shine.
Thank you for the warm comment on my poem titled, "Sounds of an Ocean Shore" When I write a poem, I like to use crispy words...words that know how to sing out. Please tell a friend to stop by to read some of my poetry. Keep sharing.
We had Bronx for about 9 yrs. He was just like one of the keds. He even expected gifts on christmas and we never dissapointed him. He got cancer and the only human thing to do was put him to sleep. We tried to replace him but it seems that the new puppy will have to make her own impression on my wife and I. Our kids are gone now so it is just Me, my wife and a Boxer puppy named Staysha.
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