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ok so im sitting here alone stareing at the wall thinking what did i do wrong ?crying inside and feeling depressed at all the things that could of been what do i do how am i sapposed to feel who do i love something says you something says noone and nothing y am i so confused y do you make me feel this way ? y am i letting this get to me what power do you hold over me and y cant i break the hold y am i leeting these thoughts run threw my head y am i sad i should be happy and cheerful but here i am crying and depressed just hopeing you would drop me a line tell me how your day was and what you did then again when you tell me i think yha right there you go you get to have fun well i just sit here and mope wondering what can i do and what can i belive PLEASE RATE THIS BLOG AND RATE IT HONESTLY ONLY GIVE A 10 IF YOU THINK IT DESERVES IT AND PLEASE FEEL FREE TO COMMENT

The darkness surrounds me All light has been extinguished I lie on my bed and think of the past Of all the people I have known When I was young I was so happy I would play all day I knew lots of people As time has past I lost touch with them one by one Now I lie on my bed surrounded by darkness Alone with my thoughts They are all I have for company I am lost in the darkness Can you hear me calling? The night’s pass The month’s pass Time drifts by I have been calling out in the darkness For centuries now My ghost is all that remains Unable to rest Calling out in the darkness Waiting for an answer But there is no reply There is nobody around to hear my calls My ghost is all that remains Calling out in the darkness Doomed to exist alone forever PLEASE RATE THIS BLOG AND PLEASE DO IT HONESTLY ONLY GIVE A 10 IF YOU THINK IT DESERVES IT

Eulalie by Edgar Allan Poe I dwelt alone In a world of moan, And my soul was a stagnant tide, Till the fair and gentle Eulalie became my blushing bride- Till the yellow-haired young Eulalie became my smiling bride. Ah, less- less bright The stars of the night Than the eyes of the radiant girl! And never a flake that the vapor can make With the moon-tints of purple and pearl, Can vie with the modest Eulalie's most unregarded curl- Can compare with the bright-eyed Eulalie's most humble and careless curl. Now Doubt- now Pain Come never again, For her soul gives me sigh for sigh, And all day long Shines, bright and strong, Astarte within the sky, While ever to her dear Eulalie upturns her matron eye- While ever to her young Eulalie upturns her violet eye.

Princess Dominica looked so beautiful All dressed in black With white make-up and dark purple lips She sat on the throne so full of majesty The onlookers were dazzled by her beauty And worshipped the ground she walked upon The King was not well And expected to die soon And the Queen had died long ago So the young princess would soon rule the Kingdom Everyone was impressed with her intelligence and grace She carried out her duties without question or complaint And she would always greet new visitors with a smile Once the audience was over she would return to her rooms In the privacy of her own room she would cut her wrists And let the blood pour into a bowl She would force food down her throat until she could eat no more Then she would go to the lady’s room and be violently sick Underneath all her garments she was painfully thin She felt so much pressure to be beautiful She had many suitors but none that she loved A stranger from abroad arrived one day And stole her heart But he was not a suitable match for a princess A handsome sailor of common stock She pleaded with her father to let her marry But he doggedly refused her request One night she took the blade And slit both her wrists Not a cry for attention But an attempt to take her life Living was a torment to her The expectations too high The rewards lacking in true value Her dead body was found the next morning And all the towns folk mourned her death The beautiful princess had departed this land And headed off above the clouds To find a happier resting place A traditional Gothic funeral was held To celebrate her life Many fine words were said And then her body was buried Under a thousand red roses Her Cousin Isabella was now next in line And took over the royal dutiesA heavy burden for a fifteen year old to deal with “So many souls are sacrificed on the road to glory”

hear i sit alone and crying inside you dont care as i cry i dress in black to fade into the shadows to you i suck to you im just a fuck maybe i should just cut out the one part of me that makes you stay i where black make up to make you undertand that i am human not hear for you to command i am a woman not a toy one day youll understand that i to have voice of reason and pain all i keep thinking is one day youll be dead and ill be free to be me