You can call me emo but i don't cut at all.
So go home and bawl.
Call me emo one more time and i
will slap you so hard you will never comit a
...
innocense shroeded in mysery after lifes misfortune.
concieled by chaos and misunderstanding.
let not our perverse mind cload that which is consumed.
let us be ruled by oppressive demanding.
...
Inside The Mirror
I sit in my conner watching the world. What catches my eye is a sad young girl. I watch the tears stream down her face. what happened to our human race? She traces the scars a cross her wrist. And wonders if she will be missed. She looks up and sees me too. She whispers gently 'I know you.' Your the girl i use to be. Whose heart was happy, and whose soul is free. What happened to us, did we die? As she starts to cry. I want to hold her and make her see that deep inside she still is me. She's locked me away but I'm still here. Watching the world from inside the mirror.