irishluvrfrankie

my name is eilish but u can call me eilish,ailish,nemo,hey you,liz,tailuversanti's sister,god the list goes on and on . i speak a little irish not a lot... i believe that some stuff happens for a reason. i hate when fan girls walk around all like"mcr saved my life" they might've but suicide is a serious thing and its not a joke so if someone u know and love is thinking about it talk to someone you can make it there is life after this terrible thing im here if anyone needs to talk or yell at im still here.one of mybest guy friends told me last year that he was there if i needed to talk i could talk to him but this year he's alll like"get away..go kill yourself"and that really hurt me and he didn't know why i was crying so i got out of there and i ran up the stairs at school and i fell so take that peter. for every beat Bob hits
for every note Frank attacks
for every rhythm Mikey plays
for every guitar solo Ray puts his soul into
for every word Gerard sings
Gives hope to any mcr fan who thought they couldn't make it.
Would you still like me if I was gay or bisexual?
Would you still respect my opinions if I was younger than you? Or older?
Would you still like me if my skin was a different color than yours or if I studied a different religion?
If I dressed different from you? Or had different musical taste than you?
Would you still like me if I weighed a tab bit more than the average girl? If I wasn't the prettiest person in the world?
If the answer to any of these questions is "no" I advise you to leave my page right away and to not add me as your friend. I will not stand for racist, sexist, homophobic, or any other discriminatory type of people leaving rude comments on my page or in my life. People need to be more open minded and caring these days
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 im locked up All day long. When im awake im 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 its 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 its now much to late His face has been twisted Into a unimaginable shape The hurt and the pain Again and again O please God, have mercy! O please let it end! And he finally stops And heads for the doo While i lay there motionless Brawled on the floor My name is chris I am three, Tonight my daddy Murdered me And you can help Sickens me top the soul, And if you read this and don't pass it on I pray for your forgiveness Because you would have to be One heartless person To not be effected By this Poem And because you are effected, Do something about it! So all I ask you to do Is pass this on! If your against child Abuse i support the hairy llamas who can't afford razors,lyn-z and gee and vampires