

a prayerA prayer for all of those in need who got rich through lies and greed and all of those who make the poor even poorer then before and to those who kill for fun grab a gun, bang bang they’re done for you who steal, but just for kicks break store windows using bricks to the people that always lie to get their way, stay evil and sly I pray for those who need it most those who are the devils host for those that put their own joy first and for all others wish the worst to he who knows only self help and would not share wealth with any whelp but I pray moa prayer


I wish this gun was realI wish this gun was real as real as my depression because then I could feel something more then aggression I could end this pointless life I could repair my brain with a single finger movement a bullet numbs the pain I wouldn’t have to cry again nor would I be let down when people stop and laugh as my knees fall to the ground and I know no one would care they would live their normal day at first though they might stare but then go on there way and me, I’d be in heaven although id be in hell I’d not have to see these people if intoI wish this gun was real


happyOf all the winged seraphs above No two of them can match our love For I’m your man, and you’re my dame And our love will shake the angels plain. Our hearts do create a radiant glow And when the angels look down below They can only wish to one day be As in love as I with thee Many people hope that one day When they die in heaven they’ll lay But I have found the perfect bride She always greets me with arms open wide And the angels get jealous of our affection For they have no one with such an connection As I to you, and you to me And how we will forever behappy


gone...Sorry all, I have gone away I may return another day I very simply left because I was thinking of who I was when no answer could be devised my life I decided should be revised I don’t know where I'm headed to nor do I know what I’m gonna do but my search for who I should be will require you all to forget about me so please to not worry, don’t expect a call you wont get a letter, you’ll get nothing at all and just as quietly as I left you alone I will one day return, to be part of your homegone...


A short storyI've read your life storyA short story
It's written out on your wrists
Telling anyone who reads it "I've lived like this"
Another line and another fight
To tell you the truth
I hate the way you write
Next time, cut where no one will look
A tragic ending
To your tragic book
Drip by Drip
i'm gonna go read your stuff now.
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"holy crip he's a crapple"-Peter Griffin
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Life is a journey, not a destination; live it to its fullest
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"holy crip he's a crapple"-Peter Griffin
Kisses
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I do believe the sky is falling... <333
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"holy crip he's a crapple"-Peter Griffin
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