Pika!

[drpika.livejournal.com]

I come bearing picture... 'cause it's a bit weird, not everyone's cup of tea but I figure y'know... why not. It's a hobby of mine, something I do to keep busy and apparently it's grown in popularity among my friends and random people I know online. It's so nice to be loved. *L*


(Picture cut for fake blood, no pants and a... plastic... pokemon... mask.)

( Oh what? )

I joined here a while ago and I'm positive I did an introductory post (and probably posted one of those random pictures) but I've been out of things a while. So I'm back! ^^

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[tankgirl24.livejournal.com]

Happy new year... I'm actually happy to report no traumatic near fatal events occured this holiday...

Thanksgiving, Christmas Eve and all the days in between...
Made me laugh mad me cry, they stuck the needles in his thighs...
I escaped with no harm I wish that he had the same charm...
Maybe if he was dead I could just go back to bed...
No more worrying and no more pain if he were dead I would be sane...

Not poet of the year material...
It just came pouring out of my head...
I can't believe how true that friggin poem is to me...
Grr...I'm a bad person.

Boo. And happy new year.

[xtormented-soul.livejournal.com]

Im new here. Name's Leanne, and i'm 16. Happy new year to anyone who cares. Hope you all had a better xmas than I did.

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[stillbourne.livejournal.com]

The Quiet Room [3:53] - From the Inside, Alice Cooper, 1978
The California air
Your nightgown on the stairs
I remember every night
Scenes from home in the Quiet Room

How long have I been gone
Did winter kill the lawn
And all those polaroids you sent
Are on the wall in the Quiet Room

They've got this place
Where they've been keeping me
Where I can't hurt myself
I can't get my wrists to bleed
Just don't know why
Suicide appeals to me

The Quiet Room
Is sterilized and white
It's like a tomb
With just a moth stained naked night

Plastic forks and spoon
No laces in my shoes
They all know what I tried to do
Outside the Quiet Room

This quiet place
It ain't so new to me
It's haunted atmosphere
Has heard so many scream
My home from home
My twilight zone
My strangest dream

My confidant
I have confessed my life
The Quiet Room
Knows more about me than my wife

They've got this place
Where they've been keeping me
Where I can't hurt myself
I just can't
I just can't get these damn wrists to bleed

A mattress on the floor
No handles on the door
I really need nothing here
I'm alone