How everyone loves you
How everyone thinks you're queen
Do but they really know the true you?
Plastic little insignificance
One hari anda will fall
Realizing that no one loves anda after all
Always a smile on your face
Paparazzi cameras all on you
I know how anda really are
And sweetheart, you're no star.
Little naive girls want to be you
A really bad influence covered in five hari old alcohol
Oh why do anda think you're the best of the best
anda were once a little girl
So real and true
But fame has made anda forget
What you've really been through.
You're lebih of a pest really
A disgrace to women everywhere
You're innocence left years ago
Like every lover anda once had.
People think you're such a goddess
But you're really just a puppet on strings
Amy Lee was right about you
You're just an everybody's fool.
It's louder and so obvious like a glow in the dark neon sign
But people are too blinded oleh the sequins on your clothes
To realized who anda are.
warna and lights are too hard
To cover up the blackness in your heart
queen Bee barbie Doll
Mirror, mirror who is the best of the all?
Like hate written on a bathroom stall
anda really are not the brightest bintang in the sky.
One hari this will destroy you
It will tear anda down and break your knees
anda will cry out and say this is too much
But this is your mess and anda have to clean it up.
anda brainwash little girls telling them is the what a true woman is
But then they are just as bad as you
As anda look into what they once were
Just ordinary little girls
But the media just won't set it up straight
As everything falls apart into puzzle pieces.
How everyone thinks you're queen
Do but they really know the true you?
Plastic little insignificance
One hari anda will fall
Realizing that no one loves anda after all
Always a smile on your face
Paparazzi cameras all on you
I know how anda really are
And sweetheart, you're no star.
Little naive girls want to be you
A really bad influence covered in five hari old alcohol
Oh why do anda think you're the best of the best
anda were once a little girl
So real and true
But fame has made anda forget
What you've really been through.
You're lebih of a pest really
A disgrace to women everywhere
You're innocence left years ago
Like every lover anda once had.
People think you're such a goddess
But you're really just a puppet on strings
Amy Lee was right about you
You're just an everybody's fool.
It's louder and so obvious like a glow in the dark neon sign
But people are too blinded oleh the sequins on your clothes
To realized who anda are.
warna and lights are too hard
To cover up the blackness in your heart
queen Bee barbie Doll
Mirror, mirror who is the best of the all?
Like hate written on a bathroom stall
anda really are not the brightest bintang in the sky.
One hari this will destroy you
It will tear anda down and break your knees
anda will cry out and say this is too much
But this is your mess and anda have to clean it up.
anda brainwash little girls telling them is the what a true woman is
But then they are just as bad as you
As anda look into what they once were
Just ordinary little girls
But the media just won't set it up straight
As everything falls apart into puzzle pieces.
Torn and featureless.
Jaded words tangle.
Her worlds have been destroyed, mutilated.
Lifting from me, she sees no shine.
Just a morbid hanging light.
Blood coils around her wrists.
Struggling to emerge.
Calling out, but not even an echo.
Her mirror is my mind.
Seeing the outside.
She decides to stay a prisoner.
In My cell.
Her malice never seen.
But the darkness have witnessed the fangs.
Wanting to say she is careful and sane.
The beast is right under her skin.
Laughter is distant.
Now, it is forever tarnished.
anda see and I see the neglect.
My untamed beauty.
tears fell down her face
i asked her what was wrong
for her sake
she said
"I'm just sitting here,
feeling sorry for myself for
believing him."
to which i replied:
fuck him.
he doesnt deserve your love
she says:
I know...
Hundreds
a hundred kupu-kupu couldnt sweep me away
a hundred winds couldnt blow me farther from you
a hundred wrongs couldnt make what were doing right
a hundred people couldnt block my veiw
a hundred rights couldnt make me go left
a thousand oceans couldn't keep me away from you.
i asked her what was wrong
for her sake
she said
"I'm just sitting here,
feeling sorry for myself for
believing him."
to which i replied:
fuck him.
he doesnt deserve your love
she says:
I know...
Hundreds
a hundred kupu-kupu couldnt sweep me away
a hundred winds couldnt blow me farther from you
a hundred wrongs couldnt make what were doing right
a hundred people couldnt block my veiw
a hundred rights couldnt make me go left
a thousand oceans couldn't keep me away from you.
every time i cry,
i ask myself why,
the blade that goes down my wrist,
the blood that goes down my fist,
the memories in my head,
the nightmares in my bed,
my jantung falls to pieces,
as the tears run down my cheek,
now i know i am week,
i can't help but show,
i want to let my life go,
every detik of the day,
i keep fading away,
my hope has gone,
but i will be alive for so long,
the pisau will stay in my pocket,
the picture will stay in my locket,
the hurt and pain,
the lies and shame,
the regrets and sorrow,
just waiting for tomorrow.
i ask myself why,
the blade that goes down my wrist,
the blood that goes down my fist,
the memories in my head,
the nightmares in my bed,
my jantung falls to pieces,
as the tears run down my cheek,
now i know i am week,
i can't help but show,
i want to let my life go,
every detik of the day,
i keep fading away,
my hope has gone,
but i will be alive for so long,
the pisau will stay in my pocket,
the picture will stay in my locket,
the hurt and pain,
the lies and shame,
the regrets and sorrow,
just waiting for tomorrow.
Her husband left her, he lied
She cried that time also and now also she’s crying
Nothing to ease her, nothing that people are trying
They just stand and talk about
But her pain and her sorrows scream loud and shout
She looks to her baby as if he’ll come back to life
She looks at the door as if her husband will come back to his wife
No one comes forward
Talking to that lady, they feel awkward
She cried, cried until her tears ended
Then she cried in absence of hand that no one lended
Oh! Merciful Lord why didn’t they tampil even false sympathy to lady of pain
There was no loss, just blessings’ gain
Alas!! The heartless and truthful human never speak lie
They left her alone to cry, to die
At last everyone left
The woman either died atau drowned in her tears’ oceans’ depth….
i am a person living a life of shame.
i am your daughter hiding my depression.
i am your sister making a good impression.
i am your friend akting like im fine.
i am a wisher wishing this life werent mine.
i am a girl who thinks about suicide.
i am a teenager pushing her tears aside.
i am a student who doesnt have a clue.
i am the girl sitting selanjutnya to you.
i am the one asking anda to care.
i am your best friend hoping youll be there.
this is a great poem from the book chicken sup for the teenage soul on tough stuff.
i listen to the jantung beat hit my roof
the clear beads of blood slides down onto leaves of the tree
on the the blades of innocent rumput that's being pelted in the down poor
and as it beads up
it looks as if the leaves have a paper cut
like that on a kindergartners finger just learning how to shape the paper
and as it slips off and falls
it looks like the tears on that very child's face as they look for someone to make it better
and as i lay there listening to that jantung of rain
i think what if every one in this world could be able to kelinci this delightful sound
feel the healing drops that comes from the heavens
then.. i wonder would this world be better
would people stop going hungry and thirsty
would evil one's change for the better
im not sure but if everyone would wonder about this
then couldn't we be like that sweet rain
with are hearts beating against a roof of a wondering mind as one body and soul
then could we answer those pertanyaan
the clear beads of blood slides down onto leaves of the tree
on the the blades of innocent rumput that's being pelted in the down poor
and as it beads up
it looks as if the leaves have a paper cut
like that on a kindergartners finger just learning how to shape the paper
and as it slips off and falls
it looks like the tears on that very child's face as they look for someone to make it better
and as i lay there listening to that jantung of rain
i think what if every one in this world could be able to kelinci this delightful sound
feel the healing drops that comes from the heavens
then.. i wonder would this world be better
would people stop going hungry and thirsty
would evil one's change for the better
im not sure but if everyone would wonder about this
then couldn't we be like that sweet rain
with are hearts beating against a roof of a wondering mind as one body and soul
then could we answer those pertanyaan
this is just some free writting i did a bulan atau two yang lalu
i'm tierd of waiting for anda to tell me how anda feel
so i'm not gunna wait for anda any longer
i'm gunna find some one new
in fact i''v found him
and he's super sweet
he's tall dark and handsome
he's every thing i want
he cares lebih then i think anda ever have
he makes me smile
he makes me laugh
he likes the things i like
he's there when i need him
so here i say it i'm not gunna wait any longer for anda
cuz i'v found the one i was looking for.
okee so tell me what anda think is it any good??? atau is it no good??
i'm tierd of waiting for anda to tell me how anda feel
so i'm not gunna wait for anda any longer
i'm gunna find some one new
in fact i''v found him
and he's super sweet
he's tall dark and handsome
he's every thing i want
he cares lebih then i think anda ever have
he makes me smile
he makes me laugh
he likes the things i like
he's there when i need him
so here i say it i'm not gunna wait any longer for anda
cuz i'v found the one i was looking for.
okee so tell me what anda think is it any good??? atau is it no good??
