Hi, My name is Tanya
Nobody knows anything about me. They have a good reason though: In my entire life, I haven't spoken a single word
People call me many things: Weirdo, freak, attention getter, and I just let it all sink in. I let all the bad thoughts store up inside me until I lose it. Don't think I can't talk, I just choose not to. Nobody seems to care for what I have to say. If anda are lucky, anda will hear a sound com from my mouth, but never any words.
My name is Tanya
I look like your typical 15 tahun old girl. My hair is light brown with blonde highlights. I'm not fat, but I'm not too skinny either. I wear the same clothes that aren't out of style, usually skinny jeans with a cool bahagian, atas and some jewelry. I wear little makeup, just a little mascara and lip gloss. If anda take a look at me, you'd never know I don't speak.
My name is Tanya
I guess the reason why I don't talk is because of my parents. They barely pay any attention to me. When they do acknowledge me, it's just to tell me I'm no good and shouldn't have friends. Yes, I do have friends, but I met them over the internet, and we live thousands of miles apart. They don't know I can't speak. I won't tell them. I can't.
My name is Tanya
and I'm a freak.
Not sure if I will continue.
There will be lebih interesting things in #2... if I do it cx
And it will be longer!
anyways. uhhmmmm komen ideas, atau like
criticism cx
~OfmiceandDes
Nobody knows anything about me. They have a good reason though: In my entire life, I haven't spoken a single word
People call me many things: Weirdo, freak, attention getter, and I just let it all sink in. I let all the bad thoughts store up inside me until I lose it. Don't think I can't talk, I just choose not to. Nobody seems to care for what I have to say. If anda are lucky, anda will hear a sound com from my mouth, but never any words.
My name is Tanya
I look like your typical 15 tahun old girl. My hair is light brown with blonde highlights. I'm not fat, but I'm not too skinny either. I wear the same clothes that aren't out of style, usually skinny jeans with a cool bahagian, atas and some jewelry. I wear little makeup, just a little mascara and lip gloss. If anda take a look at me, you'd never know I don't speak.
My name is Tanya
I guess the reason why I don't talk is because of my parents. They barely pay any attention to me. When they do acknowledge me, it's just to tell me I'm no good and shouldn't have friends. Yes, I do have friends, but I met them over the internet, and we live thousands of miles apart. They don't know I can't speak. I won't tell them. I can't.
My name is Tanya
and I'm a freak.
Not sure if I will continue.
There will be lebih interesting things in #2... if I do it cx
And it will be longer!
anyways. uhhmmmm komen ideas, atau like
criticism cx
~OfmiceandDes
I wrote this poem, its not very gd, but i wanted some criticism, so i figured...well, here goes
Skeletal Kiss
Kisses from a skeleton.
A hand that cannot touch.
A nose that can't pick up the scent
Of perfumed skin, as such.
Sweet nothings from a skeleton,
Inspired sejak sightless eye.
Words tainted, sejak the rotted lips
Through which they must pass by.
Embraces from a skeleton.
The fault of broken heart,
Which used to rest in marrow cage
But now is gone, in part.
Cinta comes not from a skeleton,
From death, from lack of life.
It only lives in memory
Which lives through after life.
Ok, be honest, What do anda guys think?
Skeletal Kiss
Kisses from a skeleton.
A hand that cannot touch.
A nose that can't pick up the scent
Of perfumed skin, as such.
Sweet nothings from a skeleton,
Inspired sejak sightless eye.
Words tainted, sejak the rotted lips
Through which they must pass by.
Embraces from a skeleton.
The fault of broken heart,
Which used to rest in marrow cage
But now is gone, in part.
Cinta comes not from a skeleton,
From death, from lack of life.
It only lives in memory
Which lives through after life.
Ok, be honest, What do anda guys think?