sofaedsheeran

I have a bookshelf for a heart
          	
          	And ink runs through my veins
          	
          	I'll write you into my story
          	
          	With the typewriter in my brain
          	
          	My bookshelf's getting crowded
          	
          	With all the stories that I penned
          	
          	Of all the people who flicked through my pages
          	
          	But closed the book before the end
          	
          	And there's one pushed to the very back
          	
          	With it's title in my finest writing
          	
          	"The one's who lost my trust"
          	
          	There's books I'm scared to open
          	
          	And books that I don't close
          	
          	Stories of ever person Iv'e met
          	
          	Stretched out in endless rows
          	
          	Some people have only a sentence
          	
          	While others held a main part
          	
          	Thousands of inky footprints
          	
          	That thev'e left across my heart
          	
          	You might wonder why I do this
          	
          	Why wrote of people I once knew?
          	
          	Because I hope that one day I'll mean enough
          	
          	For someone to write about me too

_itskai_

1) Love your profile picture 
          2) Sofa by Ed Sheeran is an awesome song, though I'm not sure if you did that in purpose xD

_itskai_

@sofaedsheeran thanks! Nice to know there is another person who likes Ed Sheeran around here
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sofaedsheeran

@Iwouldgivethemoon 
            Thank you and yes that was on purpose. I would tell you my password just to prove it but then that won't really be a good idea
            And I like your background pic
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sofaedsheeran

I have a bookshelf for a heart
          
          And ink runs through my veins
          
          I'll write you into my story
          
          With the typewriter in my brain
          
          My bookshelf's getting crowded
          
          With all the stories that I penned
          
          Of all the people who flicked through my pages
          
          But closed the book before the end
          
          And there's one pushed to the very back
          
          With it's title in my finest writing
          
          "The one's who lost my trust"
          
          There's books I'm scared to open
          
          And books that I don't close
          
          Stories of ever person Iv'e met
          
          Stretched out in endless rows
          
          Some people have only a sentence
          
          While others held a main part
          
          Thousands of inky footprints
          
          That thev'e left across my heart
          
          You might wonder why I do this
          
          Why wrote of people I once knew?
          
          Because I hope that one day I'll mean enough
          
          For someone to write about me too

sofaedsheeran

this message may be offensive
Amazingly Inspirational post from J. M. Rivers:
          STOP BULLYING
          Words Words
          Bitch and whore
          The girl runs away
          she slams the door
          she takes a knife
          and cuts her skin
          remembering how screwed up her life has been
          she leans to the toilet
          throws up to be thin
          at school all she has is a grin
          She cuts cuts cuts some more
          Screaming in pain, blood on the floor
          People call her emo people laugh at her face
          But they haven't even tried to be in her place
          Her dad just died, her mom has depression
          her brother has to go through a therapy session
          Why can't people see? that grin is a lie
          everything's done for her, her life's slowly fading by
          Bloods dripping on the floor, she's screaming in pain
          she can't eat because that means more weight to gain
          She wishes to be perfect she says it's not fair
          she says she hears people talking about her hair
          She cuts it all off, her soul has been broken
          but she never told anyone, her words were never spoken
          She takes the rope, hangs herself in the dark
          She no longer has a beating heart
          Her friends fall to the ground
          when they hear the word "She's dead"
          Her brother cries as he sleeps in her bed
          She is gone
          She is done
          Just because of people. making fun.
          She's buried on a Saturday,
          people start crying
          all because that one girl stopped trying.
          so before judging someone on their weight or their clothes
          their laugh their talk their hair or their nose
          Just take a moment to realize and see that people are not always who they seem to be.

Red_doll1

U know U should publish broken here also

sofaedsheeran

@Red_doll1 
            OMG
            u're on
            r u online on bookrix?
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sofaedsheeran

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