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Post by Trilliana on Nov 8, 2004 22:19:27 GMT -5
A passionless writer A painful life Endured by a forsaken angel Can't make it now A detailless artist Paintings and pictures of nothing Blobs of paint and blood Splattering the floor Passion non existant in her world Torment and pain effortlessly unrelenting Love never to be felt by this heart again What heart exists in her chest now After being torn and broken for all eternity Political aspirations ending quickly No patience, no passion for it Environmental causes go to waste Nothing works any longer Everything she does and says Never mattered in the first place What effect will she have on anything or anyone If it doesn't happen when she TRIES
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Post by oleanderdragon on Nov 8, 2004 22:26:26 GMT -5
I'm glad you wrote it out Emi... but hun, there are so many things you do and so many things you can do. You just don't see them tonight. Look hunny, I love you alright, I'm not going to let you give up. You are my sister remember that. I don't give up on family. I don't give up on friends. I know tonight is not your night, but hunny, we have soooooooooo many nights before us. You are only 18 right now. There's plenty of time for things to come and things to change keep that in mind. I love you Sissy
~!~ Jessica Erin ~!~
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Post by strangeclouds on Nov 8, 2004 23:57:52 GMT -5
wow. you know, you should post more in the depression room too, i enjoy our stuff and would like tp put them in my newsletters
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