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| You ask me who I am, and i'll tell you. Im a lonely, misunderstood child who every one takes for granted. Something that I'm trying to change, but it isn't working. Anyone have any advice? | | |
| Today. theres no escaping it. what happens happens and there's nothing u can do about it. but to quote a very wise person, "Today is the Tommorow we worried about yesterday" don't care what the future holds, it doesn't care about you... does it? | | |
| have you ever realized how suicide can wreck someones life. how the death of someone close can ruin your 'day' for good. how even if its not a person the death of a friend ship or the dealth of a relationship. the death of a time, the death of ...anything. why is life so constantly leaving us? the world is all a mix of the things that are dying and the people who are mourning from the dead? what is death? eternal seperation,eternal ending, eternal everything. death last forever. | | |
| You look at me, and what do you see? All you see is someone who isn't me. You see something thats been ruined, something of no worth. like some sort of tarnished silver, is the way you make me feel. You treat me like some hideous disease, you avoid me. im a person too. i may have my issues, and i may have my faults, but at least i can look on someone without causing them shame. | | |
| I saw my blood today. I saw it pour from my skin. A dark red mark in
the middle of a tan suface, all alone. Then a friend comes along to
keep it from getting lonely. They become so close they become one. One
mass of dark red liquid. I cover them with a bandaid. then cover that
with a band. It stings, like a thorn in my skin, but I don't care. It
makes me happy. It's a sick happiness. A false happiness. But
what else makes me happy? I have nothing else to offer the world. The
world doesn't care about me, but i hurt for the world. The world hurt
me. I don't know why i feel i have to bleed for the world. Im not the
only one who feels this way...Am i?
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