Biography of desiree hayden
ive started writing a couple months ago and just can't seem to stop no im not depressed, suicidal or anything like that i just love to write out my problems or anything thats on my mind. i havent written much and some are really stupid but there are some i really love. i hope to become something like writing books when i get older.
desiree hayden's Works:
desiree hayden Poems
I Dont Like It Here Anymore
'I dont like it here anymore, ' I say, but I just can't seem to get away. I dont like it here in this dark trench. It makes everything feel so tense.
I Shouldn'T Have Told.
When you hug me at night you tell me these lies, Like you really do love me and you actually do care. I feel like I'm on an emotional rollercoaster, Going up, down and all around.
You look at me with distace, You look at me with disgrace. You look at me with those awful eyes, It feels like you've punched my insides.
Because you don't care, you'll just sit and stare. As my tears fly out you never put. I'll cry and cry for hours and hours, But you sit and stare yur heart never towers.
If Only You Knew
If only you knew what I go through, If you only knew deep down inside why they can never be so kind. If only you knew what it feels like deep down inside, It hurts so much to be kicked when your down.
Here I sit at the top of the stairs, I'm all alone except for me and my teddy bear. My heart is pounding and pounding, I feel like it's going to tear.
My razor is sharp, My razor is pointy. My razor could kill me in two seconds or twenty. It could kill me fast it could kill me slow,
Too many ways to let myself die. Too many days that slowly pass by. Too many ways to let myself go, Too many days of just saying no.
I'll drink it fast I'll drink it slow. Forget these dreams forget these schemes, Forget my dreams of being a star forget all of these stupid scars. All my worries are gone, my bruises start to heal,
Too many ways to let myself die.
Too many days that slowly pass by.
Too many ways to let myself go,
Too many days of just saying no.
Too many people calling me crazy,
Too many people that are just too lazy.
Too many voices inside my head,
Too many nights of not going to bed.
Too many people that say I should die,