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⌇вяσкєη ωιη∂σωs, sтαιηє∂ glαss sкιη⌇
Lol. Supposed to be doing math. Getting weird looks from the kids by me.
In History. No distractions. He is working well.
>.< I'm sorry.
Is there someone I need to teach a lesson?
*gets out book*
Is there someone I need to teach a lesson?
*gets out book*
Oh. Okay. *puts book of curses away*
:3 Go to sleep, love.
:3 Go to sleep, love.
I wrote a new poem...but it might make people sad...
Her Little Festive Funeral
Kassi Jo
Her funeral was festive,
For she was finally gone,
Yes that is what the desired,
What the wanted all along.
A shiver in her body,
Shows she is still awake,
But the joy of every living person,
Is all that she can take.
She wants her blood to spill,
For then she can feel whole,
She dances to her bedroom,
Where she finds her blades too dull.
A cold feeling creeps up,
Ice creeps up her neck,
She wonders what created,
this emotional wreck.
A shiver in her body,
She doesn't want to wake,
She saw her festive funeral,
It's more than she can take.
Her little festive funeral,
Made up by her mind,
Burned her with more hurt,
Than she could ever find.
She opens her dark eyes,
A clock blaring in the distance,
She's definitely okay,
If only she could listen.
A shiver in her body,
She's finally awake,
Her thoughts completely whirl,
On the next decision that she'll make.
She dances through the school day,
A smile on her face,
To her festive funeral,
The journey was a race.
A giggle in the hallway,
A joke at her expense,
She didn't have to ask,
What they really meant.
A shiver in her body,
It was her final breath,
Her little festive funeral,
Celebrates her death.
Kassi Jo
Her funeral was festive,
For she was finally gone,
Yes that is what the desired,
What the wanted all along.
A shiver in her body,
Shows she is still awake,
But the joy of every living person,
Is all that she can take.
She wants her blood to spill,
For then she can feel whole,
She dances to her bedroom,
Where she finds her blades too dull.
A cold feeling creeps up,
Ice creeps up her neck,
She wonders what created,
this emotional wreck.
A shiver in her body,
She doesn't want to wake,
She saw her festive funeral,
It's more than she can take.
Her little festive funeral,
Made up by her mind,
Burned her with more hurt,
Than she could ever find.
She opens her dark eyes,
A clock blaring in the distance,
She's definitely okay,
If only she could listen.
A shiver in her body,
She's finally awake,
Her thoughts completely whirl,
On the next decision that she'll make.
She dances through the school day,
A smile on her face,
To her festive funeral,
The journey was a race.
A giggle in the hallway,
A joke at her expense,
She didn't have to ask,
What they really meant.
A shiver in her body,
It was her final breath,
Her little festive funeral,
Celebrates her death.
It's just..uh...how I feel, I guess.
Wαη∂єяєя wrote: "That's beautiul and sad..."
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hi...
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>.< that's really sad. I'm sorry
Hey, I wrote another one, slightly better
UGh...............*waits impatiently*
Later as in after school! 2 hours.
Just one moment,
I’ll be okay,
I don’t really know,
What else to say.
I’ll hold on to tomorrow,
And the next day and the next,
I can just pretend,
I’m no emotional wreck.
A smile and a laugh,
My little deceiving lie,
It’s really okay though,
One day I will fly.
I can get away,
From the dark and scary past,
If I’m truly honest,
That’s all I ever asked.
My mind is quite a scary,
Little place to be,
But it doesn’t really matter,
Cuz no one else can see.
I’ll be okay,
I don’t really know,
What else to say.
I’ll hold on to tomorrow,
And the next day and the next,
I can just pretend,
I’m no emotional wreck.
A smile and a laugh,
My little deceiving lie,
It’s really okay though,
One day I will fly.
I can get away,
From the dark and scary past,
If I’m truly honest,
That’s all I ever asked.
My mind is quite a scary,
Little place to be,
But it doesn’t really matter,
Cuz no one else can see.
Well...it was happier.
*hugs*
*hugs*
*smiles and hugs* A few good lines.
Just one moment,
I’ll be okay,
t’s really okay though,
One day I will fly.
I’ll hold on to tomorrow,
And the next day and the next,
Just one moment,
I’ll be okay,
t’s really okay though,
One day I will fly.
I’ll hold on to tomorrow,
And the next day and the next,
I think I might be beautiful.
I don't know! I just think I might be!
it's personal
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Ohh! What is he saying?