Apocolypse

What's gonna stop me?

Who's gonna know,

About my daily horror filled life?

Am I only dying on the inside?
I am not normal,
Because they kick me,
And kill me,

And I always live.

What message is God sending here?

Or is it Lucifer?

Does he want my rebellious soul?

To fight with at the Apocolypse?

"What's gonna stop you?
"Who's gonna know?"

That demented voice whispers in my head.

Drowning it out,

I pretend to be dead.

"Lifeless,

Useless,

Good 4 nothing"

That voice whispers.

I would scream 'Go to hell'

But you rule over it already.

Don't try to rule me too.

"If God is really alive,

Why is he making you suffer?"

I wouldn't give spit,

To put out the fire,

That surrounds you.

What will stop you?

Who will know?

I would know.
And,

My concience would kill me.

No one will rule me,

I am free!

Pain

Pain,

Black as Africa.
Pain,

Like being stoned.
It hurts so much.
Something ain't right.

Not right at all.
The pain I feel from hatred.
Pain,

From being betrayed.

They like my pain.
Weather they know it or not.
It doesn't matter.
But what I know is...
I'm gonna make it stop.
They need to treat me

With respect.
I'm not a paper girl.
Best know that from now.
I know what's real

And what's not.
You cross me.
Karma'll cross back.
And once and for all,
You'll

Feel

My

Pain 

Notes From A Crazy Fiance

I rescued you from all else,

Your ball and chain,

Your stress.

You were waist deep,

I saved you.

And this is what I'll say.

Dear Darling,

"I'm glad you proposed,

I'm glad we're engaged,

But if we do not make it,

This is what I'll say:

"It's been a good run,

But I'm keeping the ring.

I'm keeping the kids (if we have any),

You can keep my wigs (pathetic),

I want child support and alimony.

You can keep the kids on weekends, 

Maybe later I may make amends.

And baby...

We'll be in this battle,

Until I win the war."

*Smiles sweetly*

"Now that we're in this together,

Closer than honey clustered feathers,

When do you want me to be with you for life,

The day I become your wife?"

*Cheeky innocent smile* 

Optimistic

Optimism isn't apreciated,

Until you know you cannot feel that way.

Optemism is harder to put on than it is to feel.

Hardly ever a person knows,

How hard it is to be opemistic,

When you feel no such thing.

You may put on a smile,

And laugh 'till you cry,

But in the end,

You feel like you want to die.

Insdie and out and your day never gets better.

At the moment you feel as if you want to cry,

Nothing ever gets better that day.

At the moment you feel like there's nothing in life,

Nothing ever gets better that day.

At the moment you feel withered and old,

nothing gets better that day.

Until you see that smile,

That'll light up your face.

Without knowing it,

Poring your heart out.

Trying not to cry

overcome with emotion

It feels so good

once you've let it all out

And you start to wonder

why you havent told anyone before

Walking home smiling,

After your conversation.

You walk in to the house

Smiling.

Optimistic.

Once more.