A SCOURNED SOUL SUFFOCATINGT UNDER SUFFERING INFLICTED BY UNDEVELOPED PHOTOGRAFIC MEMORIES OF LONG LATE NIGHT TALKS ABOUT LIFE,DEATH AND EVVERYTHING IN BETWEEN. A SHATTERED DREAM OF A RELATIONSHIP NEVER TO BE UNREALIZED FANTASIES CONSISTING OF REASSURING HUGS AND FOREHEAD KISSES OF LOVE WHILE BEING TOLD ALL WIL BE OK NO,ALL
iTS MOViNG SO FAST WE NEED SOME KIND OF ACCELERATION
RUSHiNG HOME FROM WORK TRYING TO MAKE IT IN A SPECIIFIC DURATION
REACHiNG FOR EACH OTHER, GROPING FOR BODY PARTS IN SUCCESSiON
BABY WE HAVE AN OBSESSION
Paint sarcastic smiles on the wounds bleeding red
wash away the loneliness forget all that was said
false realities, hopes that have fallen
barracked by these concrete walls
I think I’m addicted to you
Seeing your face, hearing your voice and being with you.
I think I’m addicted to the way you talk to me
The way you kiss me and the passion you've brought into my life.
I have an addiction to stealing money off my parents, a few days ago I even stole money off my brother. Sometimes I think I do this cause my parents never give me money without an argument.
Help!
You are an addiction
I can’t get enough of you
I look forward towards every moment, every interval is a lifetime
Your touch is like heroin, shivers through my veins
The first time I cut the blood dripped to the floor
After that I relized I wanted more
The pain was the escape from the world I lived in
After the first time it felt like an addiction
A craving, desire, your love I require...
Your touch slowly drives me insane.....
My heart is racing, warning me to abstain from these feelings I admire..
Nothing else seems to matter as your kisses easily persuade me, gradually alleviating my pain....
A true story that tells just how ugly drug and alcohol use can be:
I was 14 and at a party with my steady boyfriend. He was 2 years older and many of his friends were seniors in high school. To my young eyes, their parties seemed wild and exciting. In hindsight I know that they were out of control and not all that exciting. But I learned that the hard way. I learned that by watching somebody die from doing drugs. His name was Gordon and I didn't know him that well. I knew he was always smiling. I knew people seemed to gravitate toward him. I knew that he was popular and good-looking. I also knew he did drugs. In fact, at least half of my boyfriend's group did.
She gives herself needles to find her way
Only she doesn't listen to what other people say
When problems get to hard to control
She takes out her needle and goes for a little stroll