Little Miss Muffet
Sat on her tuffet
Not wanting her curds and whey
Along came a spider
Who sat down beside her
And made her eat anyway
So little Miss Muffet
Sat on her fat tuffet
Trying to purge her curds and whey
Then smacked the damn spider
Who sat down beside her
And forced her to eat life away
Row, row, row your boat
Angrily down the stream,
Slit your wrists
And take some pills
And scream and scream and SCREAM!!!!!
Her heart withered Her voice died Her life joyless Her dreams all lied Her thoughts darken Her body aches Her life blackens Her soul breaks
raise ur hand if You’re tryin real hard but it’s gettin worse n worse evryday
Reblog if you genuinely think you're fat.
The only way to ask for help…..is to reach out with my words
I will hope no more
Reblog this if you are literally suprised when people find you attractive.
“a life well lived is your best revenge” is but a quote that’s come unhinged and once unhinged it tastes so bitter it’s a pill swallowed then followed by jitters and when the jitters do set in it’s a painful road of remembered sin and when the road winds harsh and sharp it’s a ringing, twisted, demonic harp and when the harp begins to play it’s a torturous melody here to stay and when it stays begins to sound it’s a broken record turning round and round and when round it turns begins to scream it’s a piercing thought that dares to dream and when your dream begins to cry you must, and must, and must continue to try.
