Biography of Alex Charming
Sometimes I want to shoot the world. Others I want to cry. Most times I want to scream and yell. Very few, I want to die.
I am Alex, a 17 year old who spends way too much time on the internet and very little on her studies.
Alex Charming Poems
Nothing Is Ever Wrong
It's funny that you lie to me It's funny that you want to change who I will be It's funny that I go along with it
In Your Arms
The place I want to be is in your arms tonight And never ever let you out of my sight ‘Cause when I’m with you the earth stands still And I want to stay there until
I'M The One.
I'm the one in the back row that no one ever notices I'm the one with a smile on their face I'm the one who will be there for everyone I'm the one who's suicidal
Nature is the air we breathe, The sun that shines The moon light vines The baby bird and its mother nesting
Like A Peaceful Bird.
As peace full as a bird Is what I want to be, It might sound absurd, But that’s okay with me
My Poems Are Shit
Yeah my poems may be shit But what I write, I really mean it What I want to say is better of un-said
Who Are You To Me?
What’s the point of being like that? You’re never going to get anywhere with that act You mean nothing to me
To say you never notice me is some-what untrue You’ve changed so much, this was never you You were my best friend for all those years
It's Okay With Me
It's okay, I'm just fine No need to change my mind Who I am, is who I want to be
Nothing Will Ever Change
Sometimes you have to escape with the crowd From the parents that never make you feel proud Sometimes lyrics make you feel there
Wake Up And Relise That I Am Still Alive...
What Ever Happened...
What’s it like to not be suicidal? What’s it like to live like your idol? What’s it like to be alone? What’s it like to be a clone?
If I were to die right now I bet the wouldn’t notice that I’m gone There just to busy in their own little world In there own fucking mind
Whos There For Me?
She needs a shoulder to lean on’ I’m that shoulder She needs someone to pick up the pieces I’m that broom
What Ever Happened...
What’s it like to not be suicidal?
What’s it like to live like your idol?
What’s it like to be alone?
What’s it like to be a clone?
Whatever happened to individuality?
Did it die along with reality?
What’s it like to have someone care?
What’s it like to have someone there?
May I ask,