My heart no longer bleeds for you, because my heart bleeded away.

Tue, 22 Mar 2005 07:42:52 GMT

I made a New Live Journal....Its Called silver__kiss

Sun, 13 Mar 2005 15:39:43 GMT

Oh what she'd give to hold him
To feel his skin against hers
Oh what she'd give to touch him
To know what to have him is.

His smile rains upon her,
It dances around in her mind,
His face comforts her day dreams,
And His eyes leave flashing pictures in her head

He knows not the measure of her feelings,
Nor does he realize his own
But she often wonders if they hold a future
she longs for the chance to kiss him
she longs for the chance to talk to him.
He longs to meet her.
She longs for his touch.
She will never feel his skin,
his lips against hers
because of her fear.
A fear of herself.
A burden which she lives.

By Audrey Nobles

Lost in a subliminal state of mind
Do not place your burden in my hands
And think I will fix your wrong doings
Do not expect me to mend what you broke
Or put back together what you shattered
It is not mine, this burden, but yours alone
Try as you may, you will fail
Because this burden you placed on my shoulders
Is nothing but dead weight
That will fall apart more if you let it
It has no impact on me
So don't even try to bring me down
Do not put your scars to my skin
Do not tell me what I do and do not feel
Just because you cannot see them
My wounds are here permanently
Because of you
Just take your burden and self pity
And leave.
You held my heart in youre hands,
and you squeezed too hard.

Broken girl

Sun, 13 Mar 2005 03:41:37 GMT

Broken Girl...

As I stood there, Paralized.
Lifting up my left hand,
and holding a tac in the other.
I cried inside,
but yet laughed.
I reminded myslef why i did these sins to my skin.
Im not like those perfect girls,
who walk around school with grace.
Im not beautiful like them.
And as I walked to the bathroom to wash off my blood,
I carved his name on my hand.
Now his name in blood,
would be one of my scars.
As i took the cloth and stroked my arms,
a coldness passed by me.
So i put the water on to heat.
Oh the sweet pain of my boiled hand.
It gave me more to think of.
Thinking of my misery,
i looked in the mirror and saw a broken girl.
Tamed by the people who teased her.