I remember when, We used to laugh, Abount nothing @ all, It was better than going mad!, From tryin' to solve all the problems we're going through, Forget 'em all!, Cause on those nights we would stand & never fall, Together we faced it all!!!!!!!
Ello there, my name is Miss Brittney Kitiara.
I attempt being unique, though that word has perished in this world.
I believe our body is a canvas to show our true colors through.
But don't completely destroy it in the process.
I adore my friends.
They're my saving grace and my world.
I seriously have NO idea where I would be if it were not for them.
We are extremely wild and crazy
We run around Wal-Mart throwing condoms & spermicide in amish people's carts. XD
I am happily taken by Juan.
Photography is a passion.
It is an art like none other.
Music consumes my life.
It's my greatest passion.
I play, trombone, guitar, and piano.
I loveeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee colorguard =D
I am a Christian.
I also don't judge other's religion. That's bs.
Oh, and go ahead and bash my religion...
I dare you.
I'm a recovered "cutter" (as well as other self-mutilation).
I support To Write Love On Her Arms
Do not, I repeat, do not bring your pathetic drama into my life.
I can tell you now, that I really don't care.
I have enough drama in my life for more that one lifetime.
So, take your immature s.h.i.t somewhere else.
So...... Let's be friends ^_^
Try Not To Cry
Mommy.. Johnny brought a gun to school,
He told his friends that it was cool,
And when he pulled the trigger back,
It shot with a great crack.
Mommy, I was a good girl, I did What I was told,
I went to school, I got straight A's, I even got the gold!
But Mommy, when I went to school that day,
I never said good-bye,
I'm sorry Mommy, I had to go, But Mommy, please don't cry.
When Johnny shot the gun, He hit me and another,
And all because Johnny, Got the gun from his older brother.
Mommy, please tell Daddy; That I love him very much,
And please tell Zack; my boyfriend; That it wasn't just a crush.
And tell my little sister; That she is the only one now,
And tell my dear sweet grandmother; I'll be waiting for her now,
And tell my wonderful friends; That they always were the best;
Mommy, I'm not the first, I'm no better than the rest.
Mommy, tell my teachers; I won't show up for class,
And never to forget this, And please don't let this pass.
Mommy, why'd it have to be me? No one deserves this,
Mommy, warn the others, Mommy I left without a kiss.
And Mommy tell the doctors; I know they really did try,
I think I even saw a doctor, Trying not to cry.
Mommy, I'm slowly dying, With a bullet in my chest,
But Mommy please remember, I'm in heaven with the rest.
Mommy I ran as fast as I could,
When I heard that crack, Mommy, listen to me if you would,
I wanted to go to college, I wanted to try things that were new,
I guess I'm not going with Daddy, On that trip to the new zoo.
I wanted to get married, I wanted to have a kid,
I wanted to be an actress, Mommy, I wanted to live.
But Mommy I must go now, The time is getting late,
Mommy, tell my Zack, I'm sorry but I had to cancel the date.
I love you Mommy, I always have, I know; you know it's true,
And Mommy all I say is, "Mommy, I love you."
***In Memory of The Columbine & Virginia Tech Students Who Were Lost****
Please if you would,
Don't smash this on the ground.
If you pass this on,
Maybe people will cry,
Just keep this in your heart,
For the people who didn't get to say "Good-bye".
Isn't it funny that when you go to the shops with your friends,
you look down at the person with black jeans and studs but smile
at the girl wearing a mini with a t-shirt that
barely covers anything?
Isn't it funny you can change your music taste to impress a guy but when it comes to a girl who likes her own music and has her own style, you give her a mouthful?
Isn't it funny that a guy can get away with being a "gangsta" but the emo gets a mouthful from everyone?
Are you laughing?
Isn't it funny how an emo can be quiet all through the week but gets more shit from everyone than the girl who sleeps around and sells her virginity?
Isn't it funny that you don't mind your friends drinking or smoking but the minute someone mentions emo music you can give them a lecture on melodramatic teenage outcasts?
I'm not laughing.
It's so funny that you and your friends can make a girl's life hell and not know anything about the silent battle she might be fighting.
Isn't it funny that you can call emos, punks, and goths the retards but still manage to get through your day without an inch of guilt in your heart?
HOW YOU CAN CALL A PERSON A POSER? HOW CAN YOU SAY "YOUR NOT EMO" OR "ATTENTION SEEKER" WITHOUT SPENDING A SECOND TRYING TO FIGURE OUT WHY THERE ARE CUTS ON THEIR WRISTS AND WHY THEY SPEND THEIR LUNCHTIMES CRYING INSTEAD OF LAUGHING WITH HER FRIENDS?
Keep on laughing.
Isn't it funny how you can say and do all this without any idea of what is going on in this person's life...
Without knowing her situation with her friends...
Or her family...
Or her LIFE?
BRAVE ISN'T GOING UP ON STAGE AND STRIPPING.
BRAVE IS NOT SAYING A SPEECH...
OR DUMPING YOUR BOYFRIEND.
GOING TO SCHOOL EVERYDAY AND NOT-FOR A SECOND-CARE WHAT THE WHORES AROUND YOU ARE SAYING ABOUT YOUR CLOTHES.
IT'S LISTENING TO YOUR OWN MUSIC AND BEING PROUD OF IT.
IT'S GOING THROUGH EVERY DAY WITH THE THINGS PEOPLE SAY TO YOUR FACE AND BEHIND YOUR BACK AND YOU STILL KEEP QUIET.
IT'S KNOWING WHAT YOUR "FRIENDS" ARE SAYING ABOUT YOU AND STILL CALLING THEM YOUR FRIENDS.
BRAVE IS KNOWING THAT TOMORROW ISN'T A BRIGHT AND HAPPY FUTURE.
IT'S ANOTHER DAY OF BITCHING AND DODGING RUMORS
Everything is always my fault
I hate myself
Just leave me alone, let me die
so i can finally be out of their lives
The fights are my fault,
The Seizures are my doing too
Im sorry for all the hurting i have caused you
Stay away from me, I hurt everyone i touch
Everything is my fault
I hate myself so much
I love to write poems.. Here are a few that I have wrote:
Life with you is like a pill…
I need you, but
I need to forget you,
I need to get rid of you but
I want to hold on to you…
Life without you…
Would give me freedom,
Would give me my own life,
Would leave me with nothing to hold onto…
Life with you…
Would give me a sense of hope, and
Would make me feel loved, but
Would leave me empty when you left me…
I NEED my life back
And I'm going to ultimately forget you,
And I'm going to love once again
You may want me there
But I can't be
You may say you love me
But is that really true??
I gave you the chance
And now it's gone
If you really did love me
You would have stayed with me
But now I'm gone out of your grasp
And now I'm free to live my own life
Not tied down with the thought
That you may be there
Cause when it comes to it….
And I can't live that way
When I'm All Alone:
When I'm all alone
In the dark at night
I think about you
And cry myself to sleep
Why can't you see
That all I need is you
To lay in your arms
To feel your touch
To feel loved…
But that'll never happen
Because you're stuck
In the clouds
And you can't see that
All I want is you!
You sweep right over me
And I run into a corner
Cry myself asleep
Why did you do that?
Why won't you stop?
And look at me…
Why can't you see?
I am pure loneliness
I am empty air
I am a drifting cloud
I am a red ant
Amidst the black
I am the winded foal
I am the setting sun
Being pushed aside by the rising moon
I travel alone
I am a caged animal
Longing to be free
I am nothing
I am formless air
Traveling here and there
I am the abandoned house
Lost, Alone, and Dusty
I am the dead horse
Once loved but now gone
I am a shadow
Lost in the light
I am a puppy
Amidst a large crowd
I am the man in the wheelchair
Broken and crazy
I am the silver horn
Amidst the many gold
I AM a Troubled Spirit
No One To Catch Me:
I'm running down the hall
With no one to catch me
You used to be there
But now you are not
I miss you
And I wish you could catch me
Why did you have to leave me?
All alone on this earth
With no one to love,
No one to hold onto
I'm running down the hall
With No One To Catch Me
Running Away From You:
I'm walking down the hall
When I turn and see you
Looking at me
I want to stop
I want to explain
But instead I keep on going
I break into a run
Just to get away
I burst through the doors
And run to my stop
I get there and I think back…
Why did I run!?
I need to clear things up,
I need to talk to you
I think of going back
But I'm afraid I'll miss my bus
I regret it, and regret it
As I sit there on the bus
I still need to talk to you
But I think you're avoiding me
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