My days are over, and I'm tired of you.
I do forgive you, well, I don't.
You're inside of my head.
I want to say, "I love you," but I won't.
'Cause with all the pain in my heart, I don't wanna fight with you.
You have to feel the same way as I do.
No matter what it takes, I think...
for my friend. We have been through hate, depression, the unknown and pure bliss. I love her to death. She's had it hard. Survived battles I can't even imagine, but she came out smiling and I would like to say I cheered her on but I can't. I was stuck in my own trials. But her...
who I swear I've never seen do anything but laugh.
She's tall and she's smart, beautiful and strong and when someone's down she tries to fix what is wrong.
How does someone so perfect feel so insecure, as to scar her skin with cuts and burns and still want to hurt more.
Recently I've had some sort of creative block that prevented me from writing poetry, playing guitar, even painting. I would try to write or draw and it just wouldn't come out right and I'd get very frustrated.
Lately however I've been picking up my guitar in the morning. It's...
I too am an musicians who writes her own songs. The hardest part, I find, is performing them. I am a proffessional singer and run a jam night at a local bar every week, so I am used to singing to an audience. But it is very difficult to get your own stuff out there...
I feel so inspired to write to you.
I was really young when I started singing.I really got on everyones nerves.
But I did not care because not only did I find comfort in God,but I found comfort in singing.
Most of the songs that I have written is to encourage someone else.
Idk, I kind of like how it came out
Fourth of July
Drown me in the lake of fireworks
Guns blazing, flags fly in the wind
Shoot off shotguns into the sky, the cannons go off
when he touches my skin
(Empty beer bottles and soldiers' graves
The pride of a...