Let me listen to my music ear drum-bursting loud,
to let me lose hearing,
so I don't have to hear the nastey things people say.
Let me look into the sun,
to let my sight leave me,
so I don't see the hurtful things people do.
Let me burn myself to the nerve,
to let the blessing of feeling go,
so I won't feel pain.
Let me DIE,
to leave the world,
so I can leave the hate.
This world is failing,
as well as the peoples' sense.
'Ello, my name is Maddie, I'm 14, have excellent grades, a good vocabulary I hardly use, am random, and pretty damn easy to get along with. I'm chasing after a boy I can't have, waisting my time thinking of him, knowing it's pathetic but everyone can be like that.
x MODELING IS A JOB FOR THE UNDEADx |
