Dear record of my misfortune I was correct. Today I walked into class and saw a huge pile of letters on my desk. When I opened them I realized that it was hate mail. It was so stupid, people were getting angry at me for what I did to Jessica when it was her fault! They were saying things like : Die Эмо сука die, bitchy whore. That last Комментарий doesn't even apply to me! I haven't even had my first Kiss and they are saying this stuff to me! There was one letter that was bot mean even though I don't know who sent it. Inside it сказал(-а) Розы are red violets are blue I don't now why they hurt you, if Ты want I'll tell them to can it, all because I Любовь Ты Janet. I don't know who wrote Ты Любовь poem rhyme thing but I Любовь Ты too!
Is It True Ты Lie?
Is It True Ты Hate Me?
Is It True Ты Want Him?
Is It True You're My Best Friend?
Is It True Ты Enjoy Hurting Me?
Is It True Ты Like Me Crying?
Is It True Ты Talk Behind My Back?
Is It True Ты Tell People Our Bussiness?
Is It True I Hurt You?
Is It True Ты Back Stabbed Me?
Is It True Ты Let Me Believe The Lies?
Is It True Ты Let Me Call Ты My True Bestfriend When Ты Weren't?
Is It True.....?
This is A Poem Hope Yuh Enjoy It Btw Tell Me What Yuh Think And This Is Just About Me Gettin Hurt After Being Stupid Enough To Believe Her Lies She Wasnt A True Bestfriend
Is It True Ты Hate Me?
Is It True Ты Want Him?
Is It True You're My Best Friend?
Is It True Ты Enjoy Hurting Me?
Is It True Ты Like Me Crying?
Is It True Ты Talk Behind My Back?
Is It True Ты Tell People Our Bussiness?
Is It True I Hurt You?
Is It True Ты Back Stabbed Me?
Is It True Ты Let Me Believe The Lies?
Is It True Ты Let Me Call Ты My True Bestfriend When Ты Weren't?
Is It True.....?
This is A Poem Hope Yuh Enjoy It Btw Tell Me What Yuh Think And This Is Just About Me Gettin Hurt After Being Stupid Enough To Believe Her Lies She Wasnt A True Bestfriend
Her eyes were огонь red,
as if they were
lit from anger.
I dont understand
why Ты are
mad at me.
Why Ты shoot
those harsh words
at me.
Aimed like bullets,
piercing my soul.
And It cant heal.
I never can dodge them.
The words hit me,
and I fall back.
My Друзья ask me:
"What's wrong?"
"Can I help?"
But they cant help.
Because I dont understand,
why Ты are mad.
Why do Ты have to do
what Ты do to me?
Why does it give Ты
joy to harm me?
Why?
Why are people bullies?
Why dont my Друзья take action?
Why cant Ты tell me WHY?
as if they were
lit from anger.
I dont understand
why Ты are
mad at me.
Why Ты shoot
those harsh words
at me.
Aimed like bullets,
piercing my soul.
And It cant heal.
I never can dodge them.
The words hit me,
and I fall back.
My Друзья ask me:
"What's wrong?"
"Can I help?"
But they cant help.
Because I dont understand,
why Ты are mad.
Why do Ты have to do
what Ты do to me?
Why does it give Ты
joy to harm me?
Why?
Why are people bullies?
Why dont my Друзья take action?
Why cant Ты tell me WHY?
Streetlamps, houses, gates, remotes, books, CDs and televisions. Brothers. Pairs. Each has a twin. In this chaotic place of materials the world has come to be, everything has a brother. But brothers are family. And family is connected somehow; if not by blood, then by what?
Energy.
Look hard. At everything that has a brother. A line of energy casts a connection between the two. The energy, with its harsh glares and cold looks creates the strongest and most complex bonds. Strong because of their brotherhood. Complex because of its invisibility. For there is power in invisibility. Cold, cruel power. The power to be a persecutor with no chance of being a victim. The power to twist and squeeze but not feel the wrenching pain of your twists.
Now, Ты ask, what is left? Cruel, invisible energy. For a cruel, invisible world.
This is my first time Письмо in stream of consciousness. I know it's short but don't judge me too harshly.
Energy.
Look hard. At everything that has a brother. A line of energy casts a connection between the two. The energy, with its harsh glares and cold looks creates the strongest and most complex bonds. Strong because of their brotherhood. Complex because of its invisibility. For there is power in invisibility. Cold, cruel power. The power to be a persecutor with no chance of being a victim. The power to twist and squeeze but not feel the wrenching pain of your twists.
Now, Ты ask, what is left? Cruel, invisible energy. For a cruel, invisible world.
This is my first time Письмо in stream of consciousness. I know it's short but don't judge me too harshly.
jamie is a beautiful girl. she has long ,blond hair,she has a розовый рубашка and dark blue jeans. she was the cousin of lindsey.
she was walking her dog,sweetie,when,jamie tripped on a rock. she thn fell into the arms of trent.
'hell," he said.
"thnks for saving me,abd hi."
"you okay?"
"yeah,but,i,need to rest,and my house is pretty far from here.
"you can com,e over. i live across."
"thanks,um,"
"trent."
"trent."
they went to trents house,and they went up to his rom
"and this is my room."
i had a gray wall,with gutiar poster,and a bed.closet,drawers and other things.
"wow,thats a cool room."
"thanks."
"listen,do Ты have a girlfreind?"
"no,why?'
"i dont,do Ты wanna go out?"
"okay."
"so.."
then trent kissed jamie,and thats hat went on for the rest of the day.
she was walking her dog,sweetie,when,jamie tripped on a rock. she thn fell into the arms of trent.
'hell," he said.
"thnks for saving me,abd hi."
"you okay?"
"yeah,but,i,need to rest,and my house is pretty far from here.
"you can com,e over. i live across."
"thanks,um,"
"trent."
"trent."
they went to trents house,and they went up to his rom
"and this is my room."
i had a gray wall,with gutiar poster,and a bed.closet,drawers and other things.
"wow,thats a cool room."
"thanks."
"listen,do Ты have a girlfreind?"
"no,why?'
"i dont,do Ты wanna go out?"
"okay."
"so.."
then trent kissed jamie,and thats hat went on for the rest of the day.