Getting my labrette periced towwmorow scared

Stop talking shit and do it !

sneaking out then getting caught, popping e and smoking pot
great achievments and fucking up, the best years of growing up.
insane parties,countless laughs, and slightly whore`ish photographs
fromholding hands to one night stands. unexplainable night,
to not - worth - it fights.
never forgetting all the times we won, we lost, we commited crimes.
good girls + bad boys, and rockin it out with endless noise.
people that call themselves your friends, moments you never want to end ..
boys that rip your heart in half and even then, you want them back.
people you can`t live without, making - out and going too far.
superficial fears, worthless mistakes, waking up with hangovers and head aches.
living through rock bottom all the way to sky high,
when you feel amazingg then want to die.
missed chances, druken dances, bikini tops, and stupid cops
the worst kind of people you know, and the ones you`ll never let go.
days where you can`t seem to eat, stuck - up bitches and the house of no sleep.
we all have memories of our smiles + tears.

You don't know what I know.
and what i know is more then you can handle.

Seems like everytime life for me goes up, comes back down.
I take a step foward, and 3 steps back.

edit:
feels like whenever I talk to someone,
I totally trust them,
then once I hear something I dont want to,
they feel like total strangers.

maybe if your gunna do shit with every guy you get in a room with,
well, maybe you should start charging them sweetie

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 im locked up
All day long.
When im awake im 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 try to hide
From his evil eyes
I'm so afraid now
I'm starting to cry
He finds me weeping
Calls me ugly words,
He says its my fault
He suffers at work.
He slaps and hits me
And yells at me more,
I finally get free
And run to the door
He's already locked it
And i start to bawl,
He takes me and throws me
Against the hard wall
I fall to the floor
With my bones nearly broken,
And my daddy continues
With more bad words spoken,
"I'm sorry!", I scream
But its now much to late
His face has been twisted
Into a unimaginable shape
The hurt and the pain
Again and again
O please God, have mercy
O please let it end!
And he finally stops
And heads for the door
While i lay there motionless
Brawled on the floor
My name is chris
I am three,
Tonight my daddy
Murdered me
And you can help
Sickens me top the soul,
And if you read this
and don't pass it on
I pray for your forgiveness
Because you would have to be
One heartless person
To not be effected
By this Poem
And because you are effected,

go ahead & take a walk in my shoes...
i bet you'll fall on the first step.