Look i dont know how to do this thing but here i'll give u some poems instead :) u can call me emo all u want i really dont care and isn't my picture cute its the chain saw massicur in a girl chibi form

to many years fighting back tears. why can't the past just die? why must it continue to haunt me, to make me feel this way? must i live with this regret for the rest of my days.

in my living room watching i am not laughing. cause when it gets tence iknow what might happen. the world is cold. the bold men take action,have to react,or get blown into fractions. however years old, there's something to see, another person my age drug under a jeep taken and bound and found later under a tree. i wonder if he thought the one would be me. do you see, the soliders, there out today. they brush the dust from the bulet proof vests away. its ironic at times like this you but a bomb blew the mosque up yesterday. theres bombs on the buses, bikes, roads, inside your market, your shops, your clothes. my dad, he's got a lot of fear i know, but enough pirde not to let it show. my brother had a broken book he would hold with pride, a little red cover with a broken spin. on the back he hand wrote a qout inside: "when the rich wage war it's the poor who die." and meanwhile the the leader just talks and stuttering and mumbling for nightly news to replay, the rest of the world at the end of the day both scared and angery, like what did he say?

tell me wht the rain knows O are these the tears of ages that wash away the wolfs way and leave not the trace of the day?

tell me what the rain knows O is the flood of forturne that pours itself upone me?i see how i drown in this sea

Hark,bear the bowl that eats the moon alive your fur is on fire the smoke turns the sky raven black and the world upon your back will crack

where will you go now you have no home?

let the rain wash away your last day

the rain is falling and the shadows come out to play, as they terrorize the dreams of sleeping mortals.the wind whispers dark stories of nightmares in your head,all souls day they shall walk the earth as they have done for centuries, as walk they linger in their quest to find nirvana, but they never find it and bound the stone of their very soul, reckless souls dance upon the bones of their former selves, as the children of the night go forth and seek forgotten friends

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only one that can see my tears are the angles and objects around me the only ones that know its me are near me.. but today... i cry alone wanting death to crawl up my path.. to be alone and sad to make the one i love happy as i lay here and cry myself alseep