Biography of Abby Wesson
poetry and art all the only controls i have over my anger. what you read... well deal with it. its raw, get over it. its for angry, sexual, happy, sorrowful emotion. i dont care if you like it. thats simply not its purpose.
if you like it thanks if you dont, fuck off.
dont be confused by my name. rebecca wire is an alias but ive stopped pretending. my real name is abby wesson, hi. these are my real emotions and i dont feel like hiding them any longer so deal.
Abby Wesson Poems
Each night I step into the bathtub I set the knob at its highest temperature Wanting to be able to feel it burn I sink into a lying position
Let Me Find Out Who I Am. Go Judge Someo...
Look I’m sorry that I need to get away from you, away from this Obedience. This subtle way you have,
Just A Thought
Yeah this is me get over it Just keep being the same jackass you try to be Push me away and believe id come back Would you even care if I didn’t?
beaten and battered my hands hold tight a silent stare and a harsh bright light open dress that breezes throughout a fight for sanity, a nurse's sweet doubt
Please don’t mock me today my friend I’m tired, weary, and cold I want to sit alone my friend I'm simply worried of us growing old
crying tears of bloodshed, is all that i deserve a boiling tub of burning Hell, roting my every curve a silver platter of gum disease, so scrumptous in its wait a gentle knife of shinning glory, death my only fate
The Escape Of A Bridge
Should I stand here calm and steady Head held low, heart felt heavy A girl stood silent being deceived Such shocking betrayal she had received
With sweet red lips glistening with wine Together shared in heart felt embrace For a laugh and a tear of joy Has held still in the light of her face
Times New Roman
Glass bottle breaking On time travel lot With a screaming little girl And her mom who got shot
doesn’t it end up that were all just wasting our time being stubborn about things that don’t really matter being stubborn about things that could truth is pain is not my enemy
I Miss You Mr. Mcknight
You used to try and make me laugh It usually didn’t work But in the end I always did Fall for your sweet smirk
Death Couldnt Be Sweeter
just kill me let me die worthless i deserve it and im sorry i was a burden
Screenplay Of Liars
“Brilliance” says the liar Captivating the fraud Honesty only stretches as far as a kind word Which drips with fake enthusasium
I Can'T Keep...
Waiting Trying Wondering Crying
The Escape Of A Bridge
Should I stand here calm and steady
Head held low, heart felt heavy
A girl stood silent being deceived
Such shocking betrayal she had received
A blooded hand stolen and tattered
A soft gentle woman left robbed and battered
Awake I am in this dreadful dream
With no one here to notice my scream
A girl so young with nothing left to give