GinaBell's blog: "poems from the pit of my dark little soul"

choices 9-16-07 by Gina Goodwin one or the other how do you choose? which one you keep, which one you lose? is it lust or is it love? how will you know? will love fade away, or will it grow? these choices arent easy, and really aren't fair. which feelings will you keep forever, which ones can you spare? But make decisions carefully, because they have choices to make too.... and always remember that for the choices you make... there are consequences too... to be continued

Bedtime 9-12-07 by GinaBell Is this pill ever gonna kick in? will my dreams be filled with sin? I feel locked out, trying to get in, sleep will come..... drugs will win.

always the same GinaBell 8-23-07 whats your name how old are you where do you live what do you like to do? Like it really matters what type of person you are all they ever want is for you to be their porno star they tell you that it is good They tell you you're the best they leave you feeling broken you've never been so depressed they tell you you're so berautiful, like no one else they have seen they make you feel so special like you are living in a dream. time and time again you give in to this same game no matter what it costs you no matter how much pain do you really feel like a princess, up high on a pedestal? or is it more like a stupid whore or like an ignorant fool? Do you really like it? Does it really make you feel good? Is it really you they are lusting for, or would it be the same with a piece of wood? Anyone, anything, it is all just the same to them.. when are you gonna realize, please will you tell me, when? keep on playing with your body, keep on demolishing your soul. keep on digging deeper and deeper, your life's become a hole. A hole in which you drown in, nothing will ever stop the rain keep going the way you are going, things will always be the same.

Everything and Nothing Gina Goodwin 8/23/07 I'm gonna die if I don't get it, but I don't really care. I don't care how I look today, let me brush my hair. How can everything be so important, and yet mean nothing at all? It seems that you burn a bridge, just to build a wall. How can someone that means so much, suddenly turn their back? It is like they first drove the train, then tried to lay the track. Everything and nothing have to mean the same thing, or at least are closely related. Because everything in my life that I love , at one point in time I hated.