Darkened_Roses

1st section: A poem I wrote
2nd section: Main information about me and some pictures of my drawings
3rd section: My fav songs!
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What do you say.. When what you have already said isn’t enough? What do you do.. When what you have already done isn’t enough? Give up..? Forget..? Try to move on..? For me.. It’s like those questions will never be answered.. And I’ll be left alone again.. Wondering what I did wrong to deserve it all.. Over and over.. The same thing happens.
Now after knowing that will happen.. I have come to except it.. Grow with it.. Or die with it.. Never forget it.. No moving on.. I can’t do that.
I look at my arms.. They are like my diary now.. My knife.. Is my ink.. Writing down the moments that hurt me the most. But unlike a pencil.. My diary entries can not be erased.. They stay there.. Forever.. Or until they fade on their own.. And why they are there.. They are a perfect reminder of my past.. So I never forget to not let myself fall to deep.. ‘Cause it will just end up the same way it did before.. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. I grew to know that will always happen.. No matter what they promise me.. They will hurt me no matter what.. A promise to me is like a promise to hurt me one day.
For the moments I spent alone.. The countless hours of never ending thought. I made my own dream.. A dream where I don’t get hurt.. Where I don’t fear to have my heart crushed.. Then put back together.. Just to be crushed again.. But.. It’s just a dream.. And when I open my eyes.. I’m back to real life.. Where fear eats at me and every feeling that twists my heart apart.
For me.. Letting myself fall in love.. Is like someone putting a gun to my head.. You know that the gun will go off and it will all end in pain and death.. But you just don’t know when.
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Main info ’bout me
Hi.. I’m Darkened Roses.. Get use to it.
I’m both types of bi.. Bipolar and bisexual. Got a problem with it say it to my face.
I have a slightly nervous problem when it comes to men and I don’t “Trust” very well. Don’t. Even. Think. About. Asking. Why. (If you are NOT my friend) I write poems, draw, sing blah blah blah.. Music is my life.. It’s all I have left. I don’t get out much.. I’m antisocial 99% of the time. (You can thank one of my ex-boyfriends for that for making me that way) I can’t spell very well.. If you comment on it.. Then you have a bitch on your hands.. I USE TO box. hunt. Fish. Etc. That was before the whole “never come out of my room” deal. I grow up around drunks my whole life. I’ve done things that aren’t to “healthy” for my body including: Cutting, burning, starving, and stabbing.
I have a problem with rude, mean, and just all around assholes or jerks. So if you are one of those. Think twice about showing me that side of you.
If you have a problem with me being emo. Don’t even talk to me.
Besides all the bad stuff.. I’m a really nice girl and easy to talk to. I make friends well. I care about others more then I do myself. Add me if you want.

Black Veil Brides’s “Perfect Weapon” AND LINK TO SONG!! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rcF2DQSTIZc

Awake at night you focus,
On everyone whose hurt you,
Then write a list of targets,
Your violent lack of virtue.

Leave us alone!
You’re on your own!
Go!

We are breathing,
While your sleeping, go,
And leave us alone,
The lines cheating,
Our hearts beating, go,
And now you’re on your own.

Here’s to your perfect weapon,
Crack bones with blind aggression,
Like birds whose wings are broken,
You live without direction.

Leave us alone!
You’re on your own!

We are breathing,
While your sleeping, go,
And leave us alone,
The lines cheating,
Our hearts beating, go,
And now you’re on your own.

GO!!!!!!!!
GO!
GO!
GO!
And now you’re on your own!
GO!
GO!
And leave us alone!

We are breathing,
While your sleeping, go,
And leave us alone,
The lines cheating,
Our hearts beating, go,
And now you’re on your own.

Black Veil Brides’s “Knives And Pens” AND LINK TO SONG!!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7kZZFE0Go2c&NR=1

Alone at last, we can sit and fight.
I’ve lost all faith in this blurring light.

STAY RIGHT HERE, WE CAN CHANGE OUR PLIGHT!
WE’RE STORMING THROUGH THIS, DESPITE WHATS RIGHT!

One final fight, for this tonight.
Wooaah.
With knives and pens, we’ve made our plight.

Lay your heart down, the ends in sight.
Conscience begs for you to do what’s right.

EVERY DAY IT’S STILL THE SAME DULL KNIFE!
STAB IT THROUGH AND JUSTIFY.. YOUR.. PRIDE!

One final fight, for this tonight.
Wooaah.
With knives and pens, we’ve made our plight.
Wooaah.

I can’t go on, without your love.. You lost.. You never held on..
WE TRIED.. OUR BEST.. TURN OUT THE LIGHT! TURN OUT THE LIGHT!

One final fight, for this tonight..
Wooaah!
With knives and pens, we’ve made our plight!
Wooaah!

I can’t go on without your love.. You lost.. You never held on.
WE TRIED.. OUR BEST.. TURN OUT THE LIGHT! TURN OUT THE LIGHT!

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