Holy-Goldfish

Up How should I pass away? I'd like to go saving the day I wish to die by saving a life, From danger natural or by blade of knife. To pass my life to another So a child won't be buried by the mother And at the time when I die, All I ask is a tall ship, And The Light to sail her by

Up How should I pass away? I'd like to go saving the day I wish to die by saving a life, From danger natural or by blade of knife. To pass my life to another So a child won't be buried by the mother And at the time when I die, All I ask is a tall ship, And The Light to sail her by

Filthy whore!! Can't you see? So much pain- So much hurt- You bitch! How could you? Your breaking him. I hope you die! He wished for it, He asked me to do it- He wanted you to die. And I just might have, Granted his wish you see- If I wasn't afraid- So very afraid, That he'd follow you, Even to death's door. You are a mother fucking Bitch! I hate you with a burning passion And for all I care, you could rot. Rot in damned hell you made for him! You had to go and steal his heart- Tear it right out of his chest, Even as it continued to beat- With your pretty face, and great sex. I do my very best to protect him, and his

Every sorry I've ever given you- I take it back. I have no reason to appologize, For speaking my mind, Making an observation- In hopes of HELPING, maybe protecting, the likes of you. If your gonna get mad, at the truth I point out- Fine, i'll deal, But I'm not appologizing, Not for trying to help. You don't deserve it. I've cried becuase of you, I've cried over you, and I've cried for you- and I just try to help- And you'll tear me apart? My sin, no sin. all I did was care. I won't appologize, Not any more- not for loving, Not for caring, Not for trying to help. Not for the words, That I didn't think through- I

Insecurity is a jittery boy- his bright eyes fearful, and always darting about, or looking down.  His face- is always either blushed or flushed- with acne breaking out from his anxiety attacks. He is very with-drawn, and doesn't have many friends, Shyness and Paranoia being his only constant companions. It's a surprise that they can understand him at all, the way he stutters over his words. Insecurity does not like to try new things- but doesn't trust the familiar either, Heartache and Betrayal taught him better than that- for the only constant thing is change- and what's the point? As far as Insecurity is conserned, all things are bound to

Filthy whore!! Can't you see? So much pain- So much hurt- You bitch! How could you? Your breaking him. I hope you die! He wished for it, He asked me to do it- He wanted you to die. And I just might have, Granted his wish you see- If I wasn't afraid- So very afraid, That he'd follow you, Even to death's door. You are a mother fucking Bitch! I hate you with a burning passion And for all I care, you could rot. Rot in damned hell you made for him! You had to go and steal his heart- Tear it right out of his chest, Even as it continued to beat- With your pretty face, and great sex. I do my very best to protect him, and his

Up How should I pass away? I'd like to go saving the day I wish to die by saving a life, From danger natural or by blade of knife. To pass my life to another So a child won't be buried by the mother And at the time when I die, All I ask is a tall ship, And The Light to sail her by