| Deviant Login | Shop | Join deviantART for FREE  |
Take the Tour  |
The Suicide As I sit with the gun nuzzled to my temple I wonder when it all went wrong. Was it the day I was born or is it today the day I died? My problems end but yours will only begin.. You knew I need help. You know I needed you there at the worst time. When did it all go wrong? Why do you leave me here? Just me, this cold death pressed upon my head, and the mirror to watch it all happen. My death is now on our hands. Everyone's hands not to see my struggle and know what was wrong. I can't help myself you must help me be myself. Tell me I'm good. Tell me I am smart. tell me I will do good and all will be all right. I know its not true and I hate it wThe Suicide by ~DrtyDave
That Girl She looks out of the window over the water as she thinks to herself. Her long blonde hair falls around her slender face. She had that look that every guy wanted and every girl hated. Tall, blonde, thin, and popular with all the boys in her school. On the outside life looked perfect for this girl but on the inside know one knew what was going on. She worked hard to keep her image. Everyone saw Ms. Perfect, the grl that had everything handed to her on a plate. How little do they know about this girl. How she spends nights throwing up what little food she eats or starving herself for days at a time telling everyone she just had a big breakfast oThat Girl by ~DrtyDave
Sta.sh
