

Worthless Whoreim not worthless im not a whore im not your daughter anymore no matter what you say it wont matter anyway im not that fragile girl i used to be im nothing other than me im not gonna take it anymore and still you sayWorthless Whore
im worthless to the core well watch me now, walk out this door cuz ill never be
your worthless whore


My FaultI'd always sayMy Fault
I'd never let anyone in
then it wouldn't hurt so bad
i never wanted to be hurt
like that again
then you came along
and told me everything
i ever wanted to hear
you told me you'd always
be there for me
and that i had nothing to fear
the last time we spoke
you made me feel so bad
because i didnt tell you
how to keep
what you never really had
so now its my fault
for being so fucking dumb
so now its my fault
she wasn't really the one


Fragile LifeLife is such a fragile thing that we take for granted along with so many other thingsFragile Life
And one day you'll see just how fragile life can be
when the girl or boy that sat next to you gave up & didn't make it through
But can we blame them
lifes so hard sometimes we think we just can't make it that far
Along with all the tradgities and senceless blood-spillings Everyday we make a choice we stand up for that one voice
The one that was lost The one we wont forget
The one life that was too fragile to make it


untitledi used to know everything now its all just a blur you used to actually be there for me now all you can say is "look at her" well go ahead and look deep inside please do cuz then you might relize why i hate you hate is such a strong word so i say again you were never a mother to meuntitled
not even at the end
Anada, hunny, you have no right to tell anyone whether or not their poetry sucks. Not only is it rude, and inconciterate(bah) but it's very demeaning, mostly to yourself. You could really hurt someone by insulting their works. How do you know that she didn't put a lot of effort into this (I have noticed her comment).
How would you like it if I, or someone else, read on of your pieces, and told you that you had no skill, and that your poetry sucks.
How dare you.
I have a Major in Poetry, and even still I do not have a right to tell someone that their poetry sucks.
A nicer way to have said this was; "I didn't esspecially like your poetry. Your rhyming scheme was awkward(I always have trouble with that word)."
See how easy that is?
~charlie
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~charlie
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I promise I will check your gallery too later on
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When you change the channels on the TV the presenter you were just watching DIES INSTANTLY
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--they stole the love from our lives to put the sex on the radio.--
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