I am a pretty easy-going person. I love to write and I love music.
I’m pretty shy when I first talking to someone, but I’m usually hyper.
Salmo
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- Bruised and Abused. -
It was the third time that night that I heard something break in the kitchen, then accompanied by my mothers scream. I sat in my bedroom, hugging my 5 year old sister tightly to my chest. She looked up at me with her wide, innocent eyes. "Shan...what are mommy and daddy fighting about this time?" She asked me. She was such a beautiful little girl, her curly blond hair fell around her face, making it nice and round. Her sparkling blue eyes shone in the light. Her face was often bruised, but she still smiled. She still smiled... "I...I don't… Read Full Story »
- Fell On The Floor -
Every day, a complete battle. I watch you measure, weigh, and count. It's never enough for you. Deep down, you think you'll never be a size two. Your mind is playing trick on you, the media messing with your mind. Your ribs poke out, still it's not enough. You don't eat your meals, you never come out of your room. It's driving me insane, how you refuse to see the real you. You were beautiful before, you're only hurting yourself. You've turned into a monster, you started to lose your friends. Don't you see? You need to hear this. I… Read Full Story »
- Creep -
They push you, and push you, until you just end up breaking. And they don't even mind it. It's fun for them, and painful for you. They don't even know how badly it hurts you, even when you tell them no. The spotlight sometimes burns,but you can't escape the gleam. The bright, hot lights you face each and everyday. They sometimes take a piece of your soul away. They tell you and tell you, that you have to look, walk, talk a certain way. The people you meet, are certainly not real. They are about as real as the diamonds… Read Full Story »
- The Dollhouse Monster -
A cheap thrill, only a dollar or two. I feel it in my zombie bones, this isn't fun, this isn't right. The curtains raise, and I'm forced to follow. The same routine copied thousands of times. But that doesn't stop her, my white powder mistress. She laughs as I recieve another blow. I'm weak, it kills. Nothing will fill the void in my empty eyes. Dysfunction is normal, expected by most. Lift the lid, and you will see, the pressure, the need. Of your own dollhouse monster. Cause once inside, you're trapped for life. And there is nothing you can… Read Full Story »
- Daddy's Little Girl -
As a young girl I waited and wondered where I was gonna sleep, I remembered how I ended up here on the street, If he hadn't touched me, I would have still been as sweet. Daddys little girl now feels like a piece of meat. I wasn't always like this, I used to exist. Now I'm falling int an abyss. I couldn't believe I was still alive, the night he decided to take me for a drive. I didn't know where he was taking me. He said, "Oh Honey, just trust me!" As the night got colder the sun started… Read Full Story »