

Restoration Is For WhimpsI've given up searching for that perfect oneRestoration Is For Whimps
The prince smooshed between old fairy tale books
Sparkling in his white armor and gold shoulder pads
I found mine not far from me, literally five street from my unpleasant abode
But I might as well be miles from him
I've lost all that I ever held dear
His smile though brings me to my knees
And I dream and I wish for just a moment, his arms around me
I've never had someone love me in person
Never been kissed with the intention for love or anything more then friendship upon my cheek
Love's quest is forever endless and I refuse to k


Wandering ThoughtsI took a trip upon the watersWandering Thoughts
To see where my mind went;
Over waves and under clouds,
But I never found it out.
I looked and looked and tried again;
I asked everyone I met
No one could tell me where it was
No one saw where it went
I asked the man to help me out
He said he would do his best;
But I could see he wasn't looking
So I left him with the rest
I asked the Lady if she knew what to do?
Because I was very lost
She said she could be of some help,
But I couldn't afford the cost
So here I sit without my


Monday Morning WalksWhen I was fifteen I used to wake up at five in the morning and go for hour long walks in the pouring rain and muddy slush just to take my mind off living. I'd arrive back at home just before everyone woke up. My boots would be covered in dirty snow and my hair would be hanging over my face in grimy stands. My clothes would be soaked through with ice-cold rain and my lips would be blue an my skin paler then ever. I can remember shivering while I stepped into the shower only to slip on the wet sleeve of my jacket and hit my head on the corner of the bathroom counter before I passed out. I can remember feeling my hot blood pooMonday Morning Walks


Alone In the Darkalone in the dark no soul to be seen;Alone In the Dark
even mine is lost and gone.
alone in the dark not a sound to be heard;
just the beating of my heart like a drum.
i open my eyes and darkness still haunts;
like a ghost of my unforgiving past.
i watch as sunbeams burn lines on the walls;
but even their brightness cant last.
alone in the dark no warmth in the air;
even my body lie rigid and cold.
alone in the dark not a voice to be found;
i cant even find my own.
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Fuck you
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Fuck you
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