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
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
Lesbians, Gays, And Experimentors
her touch is so inviting but I cannot give in ive been taught since I was little that this feeling is a sin
I'M So Sick Of Being Sorry About Things ...
I’ve morphed myself into a trance as I search for my friend I find him in a drawer, shining silver and sharp While lifting it I remove the safety cap And as I draw it across me, I feel nothing
One More Suicide
here came nightmares here came screams here came wrists and wasted dreams
Her face like velvet so soft and fair With a stare so confusing And a delightful glare Her lips pointed in smiled lie
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
Death Couldnt Be Sweeter
just kill me let me die worthless i deserve it and im sorry i was a burden
I Can'T Keep...
Waiting Trying Wondering Crying
When Suicidal Becomes Suicide
Thick black lines with heavens embrace It's hard to tell its hell I face
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?
Kiss me and tell no one Id let you if you tried Believe not my words, I want you For you know that they have lied
Screenplay Of Liars
“Brilliance” says the liar Captivating the fraud Honesty only stretches as far as a kind word Which drips with fake enthusasium
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
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
bloodshot eyes with secrets held within
ruptured veins let the sickness begin
belts and buckles control strength and will
for the battle im suppressing is making me ill
comfort in medicine, such a tricky lie