She paints a pretty picture
But this story has a twist
Her paintbrush is her razor
And her canvas is her wrist

She paints a pretty picture
In a color thats blood red
While using her sharp paintbrush
She ends up finally dead

Her pretty pictures fading
Quite slowly on her arm
The blood is not racing through her
She can no longer do harm

She painted a pretty picture
But this picture has a twist
wewe see her mind was her razor
And her moyo was her wrist


This pain I have is deep in my soul.... No one can console. I am sorry but I don't need your help anymore, I need to find a way to let my dark spirit soar.

upendo : it hurts like hell and no one will care about it if its not about them. upendo sucks.Love sometimes turns out good but not the one im in. He will never see this and never hear about this.


upendo sucks guys.Don't fall for it. My moyo was screaming for him for a long time and now it hurts for him. It hurts for him only.

Sometimes I want to be a Vampire. They cant feel pain. Maybe if I had A Vampire friend they would take away my soul so i won't have to suffer pain ever again. Suffer pain for him.

Maybe if he ever sees this this is what i have to say : I upendo wewe and I still do. I upendo wewe with all of my heart. All of my soul. I don't care if wewe don't upendo me back. I will still upendo you.Goodbyes won't be enough.highschool will tear us apart. we won't ever see eachother after it so i will forever hold onto the memorys from highschool.

Whats the use of a heart
when your moyo gets broken
what is the use of breath
if wewe make me breathless
what is the use for a soul
if your soul gets stolen
What is the use of speech
if wewe never speak to me
what is the point of feelings
if someone dislikes wewe for them
what is the point of wewe and me
if wewe knew it will never work out
and i thought it
so here i lay crying on the floor
" I upendo you.. And i still do"
wewe go froget my feelings for you