There's This GirlThere's this girl, who was brokenThere's This Girl by Broken-Lolita-Doll
in her heart, soul and mind.
She put on a mask, faked a smile and
Worked to make everyone else happy,
But she never felt like she was safe anywhere.
There's this girl who knew a guy, just through friends,
Who at first she was afraid to talk to.
She worked up the courage to say hi,
try to become his friend and chat with,
But she had no clue what would happen.
There's this girl who went to see a movie,
with this guy and a few of her friends.
She chatted with him, flirted a little and
Was generally nice to him,
But still kept a little bit of a distance.
There's this girl who went to a party,
Back at the guy's place with two other people.
They had alcohol, played games and
Had a nice time overall,
But she could feel something in her heart.
There's this girl who kissed this guy,
Because she thought he was cute.
They kissed more, talked to each other and
But she didn't realise her walls were crumbling.
There's this girl who's fallen in love
Letter to an ExDear Ex,Letter to an Ex by Broken-Lolita-Doll
I don't really know what to say, so I'll just write whatever comes to mind I guess. It's been over two months since we broke up, and since then we haven't really spoken to each other properly. While that is quite normal, it's also slightly saddening, seeing as you were the one who said you wanted to still be there for me and still be a friend. Was that a lie? Were you just saying that, or did you truly mean it and just drifted away? I guess I won't know as you won't speak to me.
I know I was not the most likeable person over the holidays, and that alcohol consumption is partially to blame for that. But honestly the grudge you're holding over it is so childish. You know I'm a selfless person, I try my best to be selfless, so why is it such a huge deal when I decide to be a little selfish now and then? Why must you and a few others have to bring mew down when I choose to do something to make myself happy or to better my life? If you could give me a proper and legitimate answer,
Letter to a FriendDear friend,Letter to a Friend by Broken-Lolita-Doll
It's been 246 days since we first met. We've had a lot of ups and downs, some laughs and tears, and general good times. But I think we both know what's going to be at the end of this letter. We used to be close friends. Well, I guess. You used to be my close friend and you used to like me more than that. I guess with your attitude the past few weeks it's the only real reason you kept me close.
I wanted to start out by apologising for my attitude during those months where I was stressing out to the max. You were there for me, maybe only for your own gain, but you were a shoulder to cry on. online, it was easy to talk to you and tell you how i was feeling, but in person I felt suffocated. You would constantly tell me how you felt, and I couldn't cope because I did not feel the same way. So I tried to drive you away physically, usually by hitting or punching you. It was wrong of me and I know it. But I did say that I did not feel the same and you wouldn't really listen. We're
I'm DoneI'm done.I'm Done by Broken-Lolita-Doll
I'm done helping you.
I'm done being a rock.
I'm done being your shoulder.
You cried because you were hurting.
You cried because you felt depressed.
You cried because you wanted to leave this world.
I tried my best to help.
I tried my best to be friend.
I tried my best to catch you while you fell.
You promised to help me.
You promised to listen to me.
You promised to let me talk to you when I needed to.
I'm sick of you.
I'm sick of helping out.
I'm sick of getting nothing in return.
You lied about helping.
You lied about who helped you.
You lied about being a friend for me.
I listened to your cries.
I listened to your problems.
I listened to you when no one else did.
You left me when I was falling.
You left me when I needed a friend to talk to.
You left me when there was no one else to help me.
I'm done with you.
|I'm just a girl going through life, nothing special. i like stuff, i dislike stuff, I draw when i feel like it and i can't afford any of this fancy pants technology people use these days for drawings and digital paintings. i just sit around procrastinating and reading books, along with drawing and writing small things to offload feelings. And I have absolutely no idea of what I want to do for a living, yay~!|