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Name: meggie313
Birthday: Sep 25 1995
Location: B-town, North Carolina
Gender: Female
Last Seen: Fri, 30 Nov 2012

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Personal Bio
i'm miranda. i am emo. i looove reading and writing. i write poems alot.

if you wanna know anything else, just message me (:

the boy you punched in the hall today? committed suicide a few minutes ago. the girl you just called fat?she's overdosing on diet pills.the girl you just called ugly?she spends hours putting makeup on hopeing people will like her.the boy you just tripped?he is aboused enught at home.see that man with the ugly scars?he fought for his countery.that boy you just made fun of for crying?his mother is dying.put this as your status if your aginst bullying. i bet 95% of you won't even re-post.

1 of evey 10 people born is gay.that means 1 of every 10 people is instantly put down,given bad lables,left alone,put in a minority and so much more..all for someting they didn't ask for.many gay teens are committing cuicide as a way of escapeing.if you want to tell them life will get better and you respect them for who they are...put this on your profile,most of you won't but let's see the 5% of you who will.

To those who hate Emos/Goths:

Isn't it funny that when you go to the shops with your friends you look down at the girl with black jeans and studs but smile at the girl wearing a mini with a tshirt that barely cover anything?

Isn't it funny you can change your music taste to impress a guy but when it comes to a girl who likes her own music and her own style,you give her a mouthful?

Isn't it funny that a guy can get away with being a gangsta but the emo gets a mouthful from everyone?are you laughing?

Isn't it funny an emo can be quiet all through the week but gets more shit from everyone than the girl who sleeps around and sells her virginity?

Isn't it funny that you don't mind your friends drinking or smoking but the minute someone mentions emo music you can give them a lecture on melodramatic teenage outcasts?

I'm not laughing.

It's so funny that you and your friends can make a girls life hell and not know anything about the silent battle she might be fighting.

Isn't it funny that you can call emos,punks and goths the retards but still manage to get through your day without an inch of guilt in your heart.

How you can call a girl a poster,how you can say "you're not emo" or "attention seeker" without spending a second trying to figure out why there are cuts on her wrists and why she spends her lunch times crying instead of laughing with her friends? KEEP ON LAUGHING!

Isn't it funny you can say and do all this without any idea of what is going on in this persons life,without knowing her situation with her friends or her family or her LIFE!

Brave isn't going up on stage and stripping!

Brave is not saying a speech or dumping you boyfriend!

Brave is going to school on mufti day and not for one second careing what the world around you is saying about your clothes.

It's listening to your own music and being proud of it!

It's going around through every day with the things people say to your face and behind your back and you still keep quiet!

It's knowing what your"FRIENDS" are saying about you and still calling them your friends!

Brave is knowing that tomorow isn't a bright and happy future,it's another day of complaining and dodging rumors! keep on laughing!

if you agree put this on your profile and advise others to do the same.

FAKE FRIENDS: Never ask for food.

REAL FRIENDS: Are the reason you have no food.

FAKE FRIENDS: Send a get well soon card

REAL FRIENDS: Will get sick with you

FAKE FRIENDS: Call your parents Mr./Mrs.

REAL FRIENDS: Call your parents DAD/MOM.

FAKE FRIENDS: Bail you out of jail and tell you what you did was wrong.

REAL FRIENDS: Will sit next to you saying ?Dang ? we really messed up ? but that sure was fun!?

FAKE FRIENDS: Never seen you cry.

REAL FRIENDS: Cry with you.

FAKE FRIENDS: Borrow your stuff for a few days then give it back.

REAL FRIENDS: Keep your stuff so long they forget it?s yours.

FAKE FRIENDS: Know a few things about you.

REAL FRIENDS: Can write a book about you, with direct quotes from you.

FAKE FRIENDS: Will leave you behind if that is what the crowd is doing.

REAL FRIENDS: Will kick the whole crowds butt that left you.

FAKE FRIENDS: Will knock on your front door.

REAL FRIENDS: Walk right in and say ?I?M HOME!?

FAKE FRIENDS: Are for awhile.

REAL FRIENDS: Are for life.

FAKE FRIENDS: Say they are too busy to listen to your problems, but when it comes to them they expect you to have all the time in the world.

REAL FRIENDS: Not only kick everything out of their schedule to listen to what?s wrong, but help come up with vindictive plans to make you feel a whole lot better!

FAKE FRIENDS: Make you say sorry when you want to talk to them at odd hours of the night, or even just hang out at odd hours.

REAL FRIENDS: Come right over and hang out with you, until you either fall asleep, or kick them out.

FAKE FRIENDS: Will ignore this.

REAL FRIENDS: Will repost it

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.

Re post if you are against child abuse.



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