Name: natecastro
Birthday: Nov 22 1995
Location: san ysidro ca.
Gender: Male
Last Seen: Wed, 19 Oct 2011
Membership: Member
Personal Bio
im Nathan and im a novice spell caster. i play football and guitar (im a novice artist) and i like listening to music. if im taken no and staying thet way lil g's. and no matter what u do u cant take sarahs place if u wanna be friends with me know that i love someone who aint very mean. my fave color is purple anything else msg me ;) ps my fave song is hotel California by the eagles
p.s.s i am squinchy!!!
Girl: Do you like me?
Boy: No
Girl: Do you want me?
Boy: No.
Girl: If I left would you cry?
Boy: No.
Girl: Would you live for me?
Boy: No.
Girl: Do I ever cross your mind?
Boy: No
Girl: Would you do anything for me?
Boy: No.
Girl: Which would you pick, me or your life?
Boy: My life.
Hearing this, the girl turns and starts running away with tears. The boy chases after her and stops her.
Boy: You don't cross my mind because you are always on my mind. I don't like you because I love you. I don't want you because I need you. If you left I would die, not cry. I wouldn?t live for you because I would die for you. I wouldn?t do anything for you because I would do everything for you. But I would still pick my life because you are my life.
this is a sad song... poem against child abuse its sad
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 I'm locked up
All day long.
When I'm awake I'm 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 it's 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 it?s now much too late.
His face has been twisted
Into an unimaginable shape.
The hurt and the pain
Again and again
Oh please God, have mercy!
Oh please let it end!
And he finally stops
And heads for the door
While I lay there motionless
Sprawled on the floor.
My name is Chris
I am three,
Tonight my daddy
Murdered me.
