Δευτέρα 4 Ιουλίου 2011

:)

Sick of eating.Sick of not eating.
Sick of not sleeping.Sick of being tired.
Sick of my body.Sick of my face.
Sick of my mind.SICK OF MY FAMILY.
Sick of being lazy.Sick of being fat.
Sick of being uncomfortable with who and what i am.
Sick of never accomplishing anything i try for.
Sick of of the misunderstandings.Sick of the lies.
Sick of being helpless.Sick of being depented.
                       Sick of me!

Σάββατο 21 Μαΐου 2011

Please..

Να ουρλιαζεις "σε παρακαλω κρατα με"
και αυτος περνει παλι το παρανοικο του χαμογελο και σε σπρωχνει να πεσεις...

Τρίτη 26 Απριλίου 2011


he's climbing on ur windows choppinur people up,choppin choppin
so u better hide ur kids,hide ur wife,hide ur kids,hide ur wife and hide ur husbands cause he's slicin everybody out there:O u don't have to run and confess we're looking for u,we're gonna find u,we're gonna find u,so u can run until that,run until that run until that knife knife knife knife knife
i guess there's one more good reason to lock ur doors at night *screams*the knife got away leaving behind evidence i was attacked by some idiot in the kitchen. U'RE AN APPLE,U'RE ANN APPLE U'RE AN APPLE-KNIFE!!!:O He’s climbin’ in ur windows,choppin’ ur people up,choppin’choppin’..so u better hide ur kids,hide ur wife,hide ur kids,hide ur wife and hide ur husbands cause he's slicin everybody out there:O u don't have to come and confess we're lookin for u,we're gonna find u,we're gonna find u so u can run and tell that,run and tell that,run and tell that,knife knife knife knife knife!!!




Τρίτη 22 Μαρτίου 2011

Κυριακή 20 Φεβρουαρίου 2011

i will make it


 i feel dead..
 scared
 alone
 unprotected
 i feel anyone can play with me
 then throw me away
 everyone can hit on me
 everyone can laugh of me..

i'm so cold..
so cold..so pale..so careless..so DEAD
and noone's telling me it'll be fine.. i'm not even believing it myself
nobody to Hug and hear one "i'm with you"
i swear
 i just swear
 sometimes i feel 
 like i can't anymore..
 but I-WILL-MAKE-IT..




Παρασκευή 21 Ιανουαρίου 2011

I cannot be forsaken

torture is beautiful
 i taste it on my own skin..
 i know how it is to watch a smile of a person..knowing it cuts you in the most deepest of your soul..but still loving to see it
 so..i know what u feel..