isellsuicidexx
01/17/06, 09:09 PM
My boyfriend, Roby, heard about the thing with Justin and he wanted people to judge his shit.
I warned him that you people are harsh.
but whatever.
Hearing Both Sides
Love lingers only staining the pain upon my heart.
As she said the final words, she tour us upart.
I told her I'd prey to save her from being hurt.
Even though she had showed me hell, she had made me feel like dirt.
I admit what I did was sinnful
The the way she treated me was hateful
She did to me what one can never forgive.
But what I did was something that no one would ever want to relive.
Hearing Both Sides
By Robert Drulia
At The End Of Every Raindbow Is A Pile Of Shit
Why does everthing good end bad?
Why do smiles turn to frowns and happy to sad?
If its not enough that after every storm we don't see a rainbow...
When the little good that does happens happens, we lose all we have to show.
Tears turns to blood and worse gets worse.
It's like a concious decision of God's curse.
I forensic peice of evidence proving that Jesus was a mistake.
Because where is he to stop this when our heart does break?
Nowa days they say say that at the end of every rainbow is a pot of shit.
Because good always turns to bad and bad always to to bad and it makes you just want to quit.
Murder Of The Soul
Blood Drips From My Fingers As A Proof Of Murder
Proof Of Homicide From Not The Body But Rather The Soul
I Lie Guilty Mindless Of The Fact That I Hurt Her
A Heart Torn Peices And Ever Reminding Of The Love I Stole
Without Her This Is The Aftermath
A Corpse Of The Beeing I Used To Be
Because I Know Of The Love On Witch I Turned My Back
And All This Pain Of Her Has Become Visible To Me
Now Through My Own Soul I Bleed Her Blood
In A Pool Of Darkness As Gods Own Punishment, My Heart Will Flood.
Murder Of The Soul
By Roby D
Anger From The Depth
Poetic writing tells of the hate that consumes me. Gossiping stories of dark, exposed for all to see. The anger that fuels me of pain, self inflicted, is the anger that keeps me alive and keeps me from death. And the pain of results has become furious. Yet still rage from the depth is so wanted. And I wake ever to feel the feeling that since its birth is lingering and haunting. The pain forfills its destiny and leaves me to die until I feel sorow. The pain brought from death sweeps from day to day, from today to tomarrow. My wishes to let out the pain and scream just once to be forefilled. Only a true understanding can save me from what I claimed to have killed. As I drive towards insanity only thoughts of suicide and homocide pass by. And as I sit, outcasted, one can only ask..... Why....
Anger Of The Depth
By Robert Drulia
I warned him that you people are harsh.
but whatever.
Hearing Both Sides
Love lingers only staining the pain upon my heart.
As she said the final words, she tour us upart.
I told her I'd prey to save her from being hurt.
Even though she had showed me hell, she had made me feel like dirt.
I admit what I did was sinnful
The the way she treated me was hateful
She did to me what one can never forgive.
But what I did was something that no one would ever want to relive.
Hearing Both Sides
By Robert Drulia
At The End Of Every Raindbow Is A Pile Of Shit
Why does everthing good end bad?
Why do smiles turn to frowns and happy to sad?
If its not enough that after every storm we don't see a rainbow...
When the little good that does happens happens, we lose all we have to show.
Tears turns to blood and worse gets worse.
It's like a concious decision of God's curse.
I forensic peice of evidence proving that Jesus was a mistake.
Because where is he to stop this when our heart does break?
Nowa days they say say that at the end of every rainbow is a pot of shit.
Because good always turns to bad and bad always to to bad and it makes you just want to quit.
Murder Of The Soul
Blood Drips From My Fingers As A Proof Of Murder
Proof Of Homicide From Not The Body But Rather The Soul
I Lie Guilty Mindless Of The Fact That I Hurt Her
A Heart Torn Peices And Ever Reminding Of The Love I Stole
Without Her This Is The Aftermath
A Corpse Of The Beeing I Used To Be
Because I Know Of The Love On Witch I Turned My Back
And All This Pain Of Her Has Become Visible To Me
Now Through My Own Soul I Bleed Her Blood
In A Pool Of Darkness As Gods Own Punishment, My Heart Will Flood.
Murder Of The Soul
By Roby D
Anger From The Depth
Poetic writing tells of the hate that consumes me. Gossiping stories of dark, exposed for all to see. The anger that fuels me of pain, self inflicted, is the anger that keeps me alive and keeps me from death. And the pain of results has become furious. Yet still rage from the depth is so wanted. And I wake ever to feel the feeling that since its birth is lingering and haunting. The pain forfills its destiny and leaves me to die until I feel sorow. The pain brought from death sweeps from day to day, from today to tomarrow. My wishes to let out the pain and scream just once to be forefilled. Only a true understanding can save me from what I claimed to have killed. As I drive towards insanity only thoughts of suicide and homocide pass by. And as I sit, outcasted, one can only ask..... Why....
Anger Of The Depth
By Robert Drulia