Breakdown RecoveryI'm sitting on my chair, so angry, so tense,My head is spinning, it doesn't make sense. Screaming, shouting! Letting the words pour out, Not thinking, hurting myself, without a doubt.Everybody must come across this feeling before, Crying, shouting, wanting this no more.I wonder if I can make it disappear, Before I drown in that one little tear.I scream at my friends when they try to help, Bellowing at them to stop, making them yelp. I don't want to feel trapped in my own stupid fear, Please, anyone make this feeling disappear!It all happened a month ago, when I lost my lover, Because he betrayed me, and went for anot
Payback, My friend.Dear Deviantart,I was welcomed here with open arms, a smile placed on my face,Sitting back, relaxing, writing. Nobody was on my case. I have really enjoyed it here; I've been a member for just a week. With the power of my mind, and the freedom to speak.Members have been so kind, visiting my page, I have never felt trapped, like I'm in a cage.I've always had the ability to speak my mind. Oh dear members, you are just too kind.Each day I log on, I receive Watchers, Fav's and Llama's too, I often sit back, and wonder. Can this be true? Constantly getting so much attention and respect, I had over one thousand page views la
Life after LifeFrom where I am today, to where I was has changed dramatically, the places I've been, people I've met, and the experiences I have dealt with; even thinking about it can send my mind into a thousand thoughts. If you're thinking, "Has she won the lottery?" then you are wrong. Maybe, " Traveled the world?" or "Been to Jail?"Then you are also incorrect. Winning the lottery would be a dream, but considering what I have today I couldn't trade that for money, for travelling, anything. Before, I was a pregnant teenager confused and scared over the events that were about to happen, although I wasn't alone. I was devoted to a boyfriend with
Battle of Hearts,When you're in love, things often go up and down,You tell them to leave, and then you want them around.We are all participating in this Battle of Hearts, When your world stops, it will always restart.I believe I've fallen in love before,When Cupid came knocking at my door. For the boy I loved was my dearest friend, Such a terrible loss when it came to an end.I still think the feeling has stayed with me, Will it ever let me go? Let me become free?Only time will decide, if my heart will heal, Only then, Happiness will I truly feel.So you see my friends, Love is there in your heart, When one comes to an end, another sha
Christmas Giveaway! :DD 1500 POINTS!:snowing::snowflake::santa::rudolph::snowing::snowflake::santa::rudolph::snowing::snowflake::santa::rudolph::snowing::snowflake::santa::rudolph::snowing::snowflake::santa::rudolph::snowing::snowflake::santa::rudolph::snowing::snowflake::santa::rudolph::snowing:Im planning to have an christmas give away!! .. just WATCH :+devwatch: , FAV my deviations :+fav: , LLAMA ME.. thats only thing you will do and if u finnished all of that post whatve you done on this journal and ur gonna have your number... so whats the purpose of the number?... the purpose of the number is im going to pick a number and if its ur number then ull win the prize over 1500 oints: !!ex: u watched fav llama me then comment it on this journal and then ill give you your number.. :love: ... and please check out my older journals for more prizes/commissions/premium memberships! ...okay you can ask me for points starting decemb
Behind the Boy.I never have understood what goes in there mind, How some wuill treat you like dirt, others gentle and kind.When they grow up, you pray maturity will come,Unfortunately it only ever comes to some.Boys ovcourse is what this poems all about, How they make you laugh, and smile then scream and shout. Don't hate this poem if you choose to disagree, I speak my mind, I am young, single and free.Sometimes when I see them playing on the rugby pitch, I'll either get a smile, or a wave, or "go away you silly bitch.''They always want to be Mr popular, unseen with nerd,Silly idiotic boys following the popularity herd.Music loud, dr
Bigger than beforeIf i go up, you go down,When I stand still you turn around. We are so different, yet we are the same, Our whole friendship is like one big game. I'll laugh and sing and hold you tight,I'm sure you think of me, when your alone at night. Our friendship was the most powerful thing, Untill you got down, and held out a ring. Right then, you knew the moment was right,My whole face filled with delight. I held out my hand, with a smiile,I hope this feeling will last a while. You are not just my friend, but my soul mate, So lets run down the Isle, we can't be late.To commit ourselves to a life of fun, Lounging around, pla
400 Watchers Appreciation Point Giveaway -endedHi watchers! thanks for 400 watchers!! (it's still 399.....but anyway) :iconrainbowtearplz: ...!!!As an appriciation, I'LL GIVE AWAY SOME POINTS..for free : )2 Easy steps :1. Watch me! (if you're my watcher, skip this step)2. Fav this journal!I'll give 450 to one person,150 to 3 people,50 to 5 people10 to 10 people2 to 20 people.1 to 30 or more +.Thanks :iconbigheartplz:
50 Points - Character Contest:bulletred: Win 30 points :bulletred: I'm working on a book for the whole of deviantart to read, It will come in stages of chaptors. I'm holding a small contest to see if anybody can draw my charactors. Below I will give you information on each charactor, and the scene I would like you to draw. The winner will be chosen by Me and a friend. Who is not related to Deviantart. The contest ends 08/03/2012 have fun, and good luck to all.:bulletgreen: Sophia :bulletgreen: Sophia is a young, teenage turkish girl. An age of 19, she has a slim build, beautiful silk like, red hair hoving over her shoulders. She is smaller than Stefan, My second Ch
Stranger to Change P1For he was not my brother, nor a friend to be precise. He was the man who promised to watch over me throughout my darkest moments and protect me from the temptations that life would pass me, which could end my career as a boxer. Instead he, fell into the palms of temptation and happily skipped into line to hand over his pride and salary for a small bag of weed to pleasure him for the short amount of time before his weary head was forced back into reality to join the rest of his friends wondering how he became familiar to this product. At seventeen years of age I lived a happy