VampireKnight104

My name is Chris, I am three, My eyes are swollen... I cannot see. I must be stupid, I must be bad, What else could have made, My daddy so mad? I wish I were better, I wish I weren't ugly, Then maybe my mommy, Would still want to hug me. I can't do a wrong, I can't speak at all, Or else I'm locked up, All day long. When I'm awake, I'm all alone, The house is dark, My folks aren't home. When my mommy does come home, I'll try and be nice, So maybe I'll just get, One whipping tonight. I just heard a car, My daddy is back, From Charlie's bar. I hear him curse, My name is called, I press myself, Against the wall. I t

To all my wonderful watchers and friedns out ther I thaught I would update you! I am changing my name to :ivonVvonne:!!!!! I will continue on with my groups and my art. I have even started writing! So please come see me and I'll message you back as soon as posible! Thank you!!!!!!!!! :hug: :wave: :D

Have you ever meet someone who's to afraide to come out of their shell? They just let other people ordor them around.The never live for themselves. Never live their own dreams. Why? Why doesn't anyone help them? Why doesn't anyone save them? Maybe it's because we think we need to save ourselves before we save other people. But what if we try to save them first? Would they end up saving us without meaning to? Do they sacrafice their own dreams for a cirtain reason or is it just what they were told to do when they were younger and never thaught wrong of it? Maybe I'm just thinking too much about this. Maybe I don't understand how they feel.