Name: octobersnit
Birthday: Sep 29 1998
Gender: Female
Last Seen: Fri, 12 Aug 2016
Membership: Contributor
Personal Bio
hey it's alex, my real name is october, but for some reason my friends call me alex so i just say thats my name sometimes anyways here are a few things about myself. 1. i dont like haters or backstabbers. u got something to say to me say it to my face. 2. i love doing magic its the one place i can escape to. 3. i dont like it when people mess with me. 4. im a true friend, I would never do something to hurt you unless you hurt me first. those are some of the things u need to know about me
The boy you punched in the hall today? Committed suicide a few minutes ago. That girl you called a slut in class today? She's a virgin. The boy you called lame? He has to work every night to support his family. That girl you pushed down the other day? She's already being abused at home. That girl you called fat? She's starving herself. The old man you made fun of cause of the ugly scars? He fought for our country. The boy you made fun of for crying? His mother is dying. You think you know them? Guess what, You don't! Re-post if you are against bullying. I bet 99% of you won't, but repost this if you're that 1% that has a heart.
I met you for a reason. I can feel my heartbeat faster. One day you'll be mine. And we'll live happily ever after.
I remember tears streaming down your face when i said,"I'll never let you go" when all those shadows killed your light I remeber you said,"Don't leave me here alone" But all that's dead and gone and passed tonight just close your eyes the sun is going down you'll be alright no one can hurt you now come morning light You andI'll be safe and sound
She paints a pretty picture
But her story has a twist
Her paint brush was a razor
And her canvas was her wrist
She paints her pretty picture
In a color that's blood red
While using her sharp paint brush
She ends up finally dead
Her pretty picture fading
Quite slowly on her arm
The blood is not racing through her
She can no longer do harm
She painted her pretty picture
But her story had a twist
You see her mind was her razor
And her heart was her wrist
So hello Valentines Day... Hello reminders hello reoccuring pain hello more tears that will fall hello memories of broken heart hello as everything starts to fade and it all gets dark... Goodbye my happiness for now but you wont see it I will laugh through the pain and smile away the tears so you can't see my weakness!
