I'm a very blunt person, and I say what I mean. I love to write, run, listen to music (any except rock), read, talk to friends, take pictures of almost anything, and play French horn. I'm in a marching band that is amazing and in it I play mellophone.
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If you only knew my pain,then maybe you would understand.I am slowly dying on the inside.If you only knewwhat it was like for me.If you could only seethe tears that I have cried.If you could only hearthat agony that I've gone through.Maybe then you'd understand.I am slowly dying on the inside.If you could only seethe tears sl... More..
Mascara streaming down my face,sadness erupting from my heart.My heat beating in my ears,and myself, the terror I've become.I didn't like my eyebrows,so I had them tweezed and waxed.I hated the circles under my eyes,so I had foundation cover my face.I disliked the way my lips looked and felt,so I covered them with lip gloss.I... More..
I didn't deserve it,no one ever does.I tell myself that everythingis gonna be alright,but it never is.I'm haunted by my memories,save me please,please save me from them.Tears fall silently to the ground,pain seeps from my cuts.I lay down on the floor,just for a moment.I need rest, I need peace.Save me from this torture.I neve... More..
I beg of you to understand,that society is corrupt.If you say differently,I'd be pleased to argue my point.They cast you awayif you're not good enough,they throw away your ideasif you're not intelligent to the highest standards.Society is wicked,brought about to torture.Those who bask in the hurt of others,will always lose ev... More..
If I said that I was lonely,would you come and comfort me?If I said that I was hurt,would you come and heal me?If I said that I was lost,would you come and rescue me?If I said that I was tired,would you come and be my pillow?Would you help me save myself?Would you come and set me free?Answer me this:If I was crying,would you ... More..
I remember my mom making my birthday cakes. They were always so beautiful, so perfect. I would watch her whip the icing together, splitting the icing into different bowls. She'd apply color and I'd watch as she would transform the plain, simple icing into magical colors. My favorite color is blue, so she'd always make more bl... More..
The days I spent all alonewaiting by the phonefor him to call mebeautiful.The tears I criedday after dayjust to see his sympatheticeyes.The joy that I feltwhen i realizedI didn't need him to bemyself.The pride that I hadwhen I understoodI could still be me andindependent. More..
You betrayed me.You cast me aside like a used toy.You controlled me like a puppet mastercontrols a puppet.up until I cut the strings that is.I freed myself from your deadly grasp,your manipulating ways.I told you I was donepretending to love what hurt.You took me for granted,and I was too dumb to realize,up until I understood... More..
I have known the hurt,the memories of being excluded.You can't tell me that it doesn'tpierce your soul with feelings of uselessness.When I was little,I was in the popular crowd.How I miss first grade.You can't tell me that little kidsdon't judge one another.I have felt the hurt of switching schools,of moving just a few miles ... More..
Calley Simpson
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