

My 3 wordsThis didn't take much time. My words, mean so much to me. Mean less maybe to other people. But they are deep, deep to anyone who has ever loved and lost. Or even just not being with someone they love.My 3 words
And it hurts, like you would not imagine. My 3 words... I MISS YOU


I'm TiredI'm tiredI'm Tired
I'm tired of this. Everyday the same. I'm tired of my life being turned upsidedown. I'm tired of the only thing certain, is uncirtainty from you. I'm tired of waiting up late untill you come home.
I'm tired of going to bed hungry. I'm tired of being cold. I'm tired of crying. I'm tired of putting my pain onto others. I'm tired of pretending it's okay.
There are times when i feel happy, but times when I don't. I'm tired of being me. I'm tired of this life.
i'm tired....maybe i should go to bed earlier..?


Someone will love me for meEverybody gets their day When will it be mine? And when i get my day Everything will be fineSomeone will love me for me
I just want one love Is that too much to ask? So when i cry he'll cry with me So when i die he'l die with me
Someday he'll love me for me As strange as it seems I'll look into his eyes and he'll look into mine I've found him don't waste more time When someone will love me for me
I won't have to change I won't feel strange When someone will love me for me
I'll sing all night to him He'll play guitar for me


The love i don't haveI just want one just one love to love me back i love but they don't love meThe love i don't have
i cry and they don't cry for me i sing and they don't sing for me this is getting beyond a joke i know i'm young, but Not yet has somebody loved me am i asking too much? why won't he love me? why don't any of them love me??
I can't wait for my day the day someone will love me when my heart doesn't have to pour before they notise me it's the only thing getting me through the thought that one day will b my day the day for someone to love me for all thoes of you who ar


EmoSo what if I'm emo? So what if I cry?Emo
I'm not THAT emotional, I dont want to die.
So what if I dress in a different style? There's no need to scream and run for a mile
I dont like to cut and abuse my arm, I am not depressed, so why cause self harm?
Could it be that I am just like you? That I can smile, giggle and laugh along too?
Could it be that I am happy with myself? It's just that I am not some pretty doll on the shelf.
Could it be that the only reason i dye my hair black; Is because I dont want to be some barbie i


We live in a plastic society.You've become a part of what you always hated, Part of a society which is so over-rated. And you no longer see, That beauty comes from within, You're convinced that all that mattersWe live in a plastic society.
Is your blemish-free skin. Cause no one ever told you it was okay to be yourself, Instead of a fake barbie doll, Sitting on society's shelf.
Now you're 18 and saving up your money, To go to the doctor and get rid of your tummy, Because you're so caught up in the plastic parade, That of the real you you're now completely afraid.
But I see through you, Through the mask
even where you live, RACHAEL =]
mwahahaha x
HOW U FIND ME????
stalker!! lol
have u seeen my deviation?
xxx
welcoome to deviantartt =]] x
wats ur name??
xx
i would really b greatful
thanks
xxx
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Marilyn
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you're tasty.
i'mma in yer bedroomz eatin' yer cashewz.
you're still tasty.
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go watch somebody else be a copy.
i'm an original.
xxx
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