This is a little thing I put together about what happened, and I never want to happen again...
She smiles,
So beutiful,
But not in her eyes,
For every day,
I count
One
Two Three.
Three new marks,
That cover her arms,
And I pleadd
No no, please your so much better!
But she dosn't listen,
And it makes me sick
That she dosn't see the beauty
Blonde hair
Blue eyes
But not just on the outside
She'll never tell आप she loves baseball
And can sing,
Like she was born too
And she has a pretty heart
With an amazing soul to match
I beg and beg because she dosn't realize
She has everything
That i have ever wanted
But the अगला दिन she comes back
One
Two
Three
Four
Five
When will it stop!
Because she dosn't know how much it hurts
Like she's not cutting her arm
But my heart
One
Two
Three
Four
Five
Six
Eventually it will break
And so will I
Sometimes I hate how much I care
Because I get crushed too much
I wish I could care for every soul
But it would be broken
One
Two
Three
Four
Crack
Crack
Snap
Maybe I should stop caring
But I can't
Because if I don't
Wh will?
Bullies
The Bullied
There's barely any median,
Exept for me,
And I'm not alone,
But it hurts knowing आप try so hard and it's never enough
Because every cut,
Every word and I feel
Crack
Crack
Crack
When will it snap?
And leave me
All
Alone
In this
Big
Lonely
World
She smiles,
So beutiful,
But not in her eyes,
For every day,
I count
One
Two Three.
Three new marks,
That cover her arms,
And I pleadd
No no, please your so much better!
But she dosn't listen,
And it makes me sick
That she dosn't see the beauty
Blonde hair
Blue eyes
But not just on the outside
She'll never tell आप she loves baseball
And can sing,
Like she was born too
And she has a pretty heart
With an amazing soul to match
I beg and beg because she dosn't realize
She has everything
That i have ever wanted
But the अगला दिन she comes back
One
Two
Three
Four
Five
When will it stop!
Because she dosn't know how much it hurts
Like she's not cutting her arm
But my heart
One
Two
Three
Four
Five
Six
Eventually it will break
And so will I
Sometimes I hate how much I care
Because I get crushed too much
I wish I could care for every soul
But it would be broken
One
Two
Three
Four
Crack
Crack
Snap
Maybe I should stop caring
But I can't
Because if I don't
Wh will?
Bullies
The Bullied
There's barely any median,
Exept for me,
And I'm not alone,
But it hurts knowing आप try so hard and it's never enough
Because every cut,
Every word and I feel
Crack
Crack
Crack
When will it snap?
And leave me
All
Alone
In this
Big
Lonely
World
Look threw,even the sea
Erin
Name: Izzy Rae Frostinialiga (Frost)
Age: 15
Parents: unknown ( searching for them)
Description: shocking, amazing blue eyes, pale milky white skin and long flowing silvery hair
clothes: a strapless blue tank चोटी, शीर्ष दिखा रहा है belly and really short jeans, blue heels
siblings: none that she knows of
Friends: The fairy gang and two girls that she later finds out are her. Cousins, Sasha and Dana
Place shee grew up: Alfea
Izzy squeled as Farogonda lifted her arms to exagerate the boom of the बादल in her story, "and then Izzy, the Winx gang took down Stormy and Darcey in a huge orb, witht the help of me and griffen, so आप see that's how we beat the army of Decay!" Izzy smiled and curled up in bed, 6 years old and she was soooo interested in the ways of the witches, so exited for her freshmen साल in 11 years that her fingers tingled and for one moment it was perfect.
Then that moment ended
Age: 15
Parents: unknown ( searching for them)
Description: shocking, amazing blue eyes, pale milky white skin and long flowing silvery hair
clothes: a strapless blue tank चोटी, शीर्ष दिखा रहा है belly and really short jeans, blue heels
siblings: none that she knows of
Friends: The fairy gang and two girls that she later finds out are her. Cousins, Sasha and Dana
Place shee grew up: Alfea
Izzy squeled as Farogonda lifted her arms to exagerate the boom of the बादल in her story, "and then Izzy, the Winx gang took down Stormy and Darcey in a huge orb, witht the help of me and griffen, so आप see that's how we beat the army of Decay!" Izzy smiled and curled up in bed, 6 years old and she was soooo interested in the ways of the witches, so exited for her freshmen साल in 11 years that her fingers tingled and for one moment it was perfect.
Then that moment ended
The life I am living
seems so unreal,
feels like an
endless scary toil,
as I fight
my deep-rooted fears,
unable to hold back
my tears
I pray that
my mind adheres
and my दिल also hears
my pleas...
I fear
that my soul
is being hoodwinked
द्वारा my mind
…my mean mind
that is so unkind
It simply delights
in the agony
Though I don’t think
it’s so funny
making me dance
to its tunes
as if I was a bunny...
My dream seems now
like a nightmare
As I feel intense
but bare
Never knew
I had to prepare
…to stare
at dark, starless
nights
missing those
lovely fights
we had…at midnights
those highlights
of our love...
seems so unreal,
feels like an
endless scary toil,
as I fight
my deep-rooted fears,
unable to hold back
my tears
I pray that
my mind adheres
and my दिल also hears
my pleas...
I fear
that my soul
is being hoodwinked
द्वारा my mind
…my mean mind
that is so unkind
It simply delights
in the agony
Though I don’t think
it’s so funny
making me dance
to its tunes
as if I was a bunny...
My dream seems now
like a nightmare
As I feel intense
but bare
Never knew
I had to prepare
…to stare
at dark, starless
nights
missing those
lovely fights
we had…at midnights
those highlights
of our love...
It was a little thing
Such a little thing
And it begged me not to tell
So I took it द्वारा the hand
And it led me to hell
With बादाम eyes
Such startled eyes
It कहा it wouldn't hurt
So I sandalled down the desperate stairs
Slipping on ancient dirt
With coos and yelps
And triumphant smile
It पोस्टेड me a letter
And here I am as sick as the dead
With no hope of getting better
It was a little thing
Such a little thing
And it begged me not to tell
So I took it द्वारा the hand
And it led me to hell...
I don't claim this poem as my own, but I will put up some of my poems I wrote l8er
Such a little thing
And it begged me not to tell
So I took it द्वारा the hand
And it led me to hell
With बादाम eyes
Such startled eyes
It कहा it wouldn't hurt
So I sandalled down the desperate stairs
Slipping on ancient dirt
With coos and yelps
And triumphant smile
It पोस्टेड me a letter
And here I am as sick as the dead
With no hope of getting better
It was a little thing
Such a little thing
And it begged me not to tell
So I took it द्वारा the hand
And it led me to hell...
I don't claim this poem as my own, but I will put up some of my poems I wrote l8er
