Ok. I decided to try this a second time.
Here's some stuff about me:
Name: Alexia Danielle
Age:17
Birthday: November 16,1987
Likes: I love to draw, write poetry, and sleep. I play clarinet for the schools band and I enjoy English.
Dislikes: Rude people, stupid people, and asparagous
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Broken
The small boy looks at his broken toy. Lying there on the floor, it works no more. He supresses his tears and paitently waits for the heartbreak to clear. He looks at the toy once more, wondering why it doesn't work. But his thoughts are still a murk. Gone is the day that he can come home and play. Wish as he might, those tears he cannot fight. As he lay down in his bed at night and holds his broken toy in his arms real tight, he thinks to himself "why is life so unfair?" "why did my toy have to tear?" These pains the small boy just cannot bear.
Dead
As I lay here on this cold floor, I can't seeem to remember how to breathe anymore. A chill runs up and down my spine. I really did it this time. My hands shake and my head aches. My misery I just couldn't take. Laying here on these bare wooden stairs, I see an angel. She has a long rope tied around her neck. She mouthes "just a sec." Then she disappeared without a trace and came back with my picture from my book case. My husband of three years. He was holding our brand new son, his face full of tears. Yet, that same day an eighteen wheeler headed their way. My baby boy and husband,too were not to be found. Their bodies askew. Laying on a bed of pills (enough to kill) I started to scream. Nothing was what it had seemed. I picked up a razor and cut my wrist. My whole body began to twist. I was dead
I'm gonna draw a picture
A picture with a twist
I'll draw it with a razor blade
I'll draw it on my wrist
And if I do it right
A red fountain will appear
To wash away my sorrow
And wash away my fear
I love how you think I'm kidding
And how you brush it off
But gliding to that HAPPY place:
Death... so serene so soft
It seems just like the answer
The choice that i should make
But when it comes right down to it
My own life, I just can't take
So for now all I'll do
Is dedicate to people who HURT me,
Ok. This new blog that I've created is gonna be like a Dear Abby site. Cept, it's gonna be Dear Ashley....lol. So, invite your friends, your foes, your family, and your toes....(?) Ask me questions. Http://blacksheep06.blogdrive.com
I"m going to just....create another page on blogdrive. I hoped they would delete this one after a year or so of being off of it. I"ll leave my new url here for you to visit....
