a smile does not mean happiness

It was time for them to go! But they had to stay. I wonder if they would ever know. What happend to the poor girls soul. Bleeding on the floor. The cool basement floor. Wishing it was time to go. She screamed through the colors and music. But no one would hear. Its hard to believe. But she could not stand. Through the thick smoke, and laughter. Could there be people all around her. I guess they didn't notice. The girl was gone. When she stood up and spined around. All the sound captivated her. She flew up the stares. Out the door, almost hitting the floor. The stars spun through her head. Mean while they were creaping around her bed. Where could she be? What would she do? They did not realize the girl was gone. call me the fucking emo queen..but i hate myself. right now.
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Yeah, I feel about the way that poem describes. I know what you mean about the emo thing too.

You bitch! I wanna go see Bright Eyes! Take me with you!! Wiat did you say Jan 17? Are you in Chicago?
HAHA...man :(

I want to go to the one in Chicago.
yes
hey thats my poem...
whos were you talking about in the last entry of yours...?
Please tell me
[Anonymous]
i hope i didn't come off mean on my comment i didn't mean to if I did:)
[Anonymous]
i like ur diary
[Anonymous]
cool
[Anonymous]
Thank you :)

Yeah..love that dress!