Lisa's Writings...
Wednesday, August 20, 2003
      ( 11:30 PM ) Lisa  
Feelings
8-20-03 9:12 pm

I can't, I can't be what you want me to be
No longer can I smile, pretending to be happy
I hear, I hear all the names you call me
Stop hurting me, please.

I can't, I can't stop crying
And yet, I keep on trying
I hear, I hear all the fighting
And I break down from all the lieing.

I can't, I can't keep writing about you
And all the evil things that you do
I hear, I hear nothing that is true
All your lies seep through.

I wish, I wish I wasn't here
So I wouldn't be able to shed a tear
I want, I want to end all my fears
And stop the dark years.

I wish, I wish I would die
No more bothering asking, "Why?"
I want, I want to watch you cry
So you could know what I feel inside.

I wish, I wish it wasn't this way
Because I can no longer stay
I want, I want to go away
Maybe it'll all end in a few more days...
9:24 pm #




Tuesday, August 19, 2003
      ( 2:12 PM ) Lisa  
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6-6-03

My hands are above my head
I've been beaten so severely I'm almost dead
Bruises have formed
My skin is torn
Blood drips from my lip
My heart beat begins to skip
As my body burns with pain
My trust will never be the same
Tears begin to form in my eyes
As he continues to tell me more lies
He tells me he's sorry
And that he really does love me
But I look away,
Remembering the better days
He kisses my lips softly
And whispers in my ear, "We were meant to be."
When a tear falls down my cheek, he gets mad
He stands up and grabs my hands
My body shakes with each strike he takes
It feels as if my bones will break
I cannot breath,
I cannot see
My skin is red
As it begins to bleed again
Will this pain never end?
When will my wounds mend?
I don't let him see me cry
But no matter how much I try,
A single tear always seems to escape from my eye
But I hold all of my pain inside
He grabs my hair and stares at me
He kisses my lips as they start to bleed
I look deep into his eyes
I see the pain he feels inside,
The lies that he's been told,
Since he was a little boy
The hurt he feels in his heart,
When his feelings were being ripped apart
He tells me he's sorry, but we can never be
And once again he kisses me and then he leaves #




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Lisa. 16. Sicilian. Chicago. Southside. Junior in high school. Mood swings. Rebel. Musician. Flute. Bass. Nipple fetish. Short. Weird. Athletic. Middle Child. Likes surveys. Labeled as "Punk" and "Goth." Sees no point in labels. Smart. Debates. Yells a lot. Reads. Writes. Penguins are awesome. Hates curly hair. Hates phones. Dyed black hair. 4.3 GPA. Quiet. Little feet. Black clothes. Chains. Spikes. Bad temper. Impatient. Hates shopping.


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