Some really weird rants I found today while cleaning out my stuff. Warning, some swearing about KFC, I have no idea why!
Your world falls apart,
Faster then a dart,
I'll give you a phone,
If you leave me alone,
You already have my life,
So put down the knife.
There is a lot of fear,
But only a single tear.
It's not fair,
But you don't care.
You gave me a scare,
And now it's hard to bare.
You eat my grief,
As if it were beef.
But what else could i expect from a beast,
Then a furious feast?
The days are slipping through my fingers like ribbons,
Yet those ribbons are long black and silky.
I fear for peoples thoughts towards me,
Everyone's beautiful but I'm ugly.
And I'm going insane.
This isn't my place.
Is this even a place?
I hope not, I hope this is just a dark dream.
Minor things are horrid beasts and the want my hart on a platter.
I keep telling myself, 'just enjoy it while you're hear, you'll wake up soon. It's not real.
But the reality is creeping in, both, though I can't tell which one's real.
Whether I'm kidding myself and going insane, or that isn't real.
Fuck KFC.
Mum is a bitch
And guess what, there goes all my free time!!!
It shouldn't be messy!!
It shouldn't be messy!!
Why is it so messy?!?!?
With no free time, I look forward to bed, I have trouble sleeping, shed a few tears and as soon as I'm asleep I wake up and it's another horrible day. My siblings piss me off and push me to the...
I must be positive, positive = happy.
I love being happy therefore I shall be more positive :) XD
So much for being positive.
This house is my cell,
The school is my prison.
The people are my handcuffs,
And my cry is a siren.
But they don't know,
They can't hear.
They don't understand,
They can't taste my fear.
Emotionless words roll off my tongue,
My own voice is a distraction.
But still a great curse,
The key to my destruction.
And as the tears claw out of my eyes,
There it is, as bright as light,
The truth, hauling away what little joy I had,
And it goes on for the rest of the night.
My dreams are no longer dreams but nightmares,
With death and disasters.
It's too sad,
But they are my masters.
My heart no longer beats in
It's happy rhythmic pattern,
It is a struggling lost hope,
As much as I hope for it to give up.
Instead I mope.
I start to wonder if I was ever something,
Or at least happy.
If I was, the memories are long gone.
It has died
But why morn for something that you can't remember?
The stars are like little lanterns,
Peering out from the mist.
Calling my name, a tiny glint of hope,
I'm just missing my wings.
If I had them I could cope.
At the end of the day
There are the lanterns,
There is the sky,
There is its beauty.
It's always there for me.
