listen up, i want to tell you something. I dont really like you, in fact you bore the crap out of me. I pretend tou like you because I dont want to hurt you, but you irritate me so much I sometimes feel like the walls are closing on me and I’m going to be …
bad converstaion what to say?, I hate listening to me – no doubt you hate it too. I’m bad converstation, what do you want me to say to you? Say something to me, I’m bored on thinking what you want to me to say, I’m sick of having to. Stupid girl, I dont want to …
Still, I can’t sleep. My mind is up to something without my knowing, its turning like an engine, over and over and over – I can sense it. It makes me sleepless.
burn me, line my life, run through my life – take your toll, leave your mark. sting me – pink stripes of red, cut my face again. down in my mind i feel the racing streaks of pain again. my spine, is sore – these pains reign over me, my invertebrae, are dying. my face …
Sometimes i watch darkness – when I am at my most saddest. I watch him becuase I feel his lonelyness as he walks by. I see his face, long and unstrung – sometimes i watch loneliness, just as much as she watches me. As he wonders through the night, i follow him until in sight, …
I’ve been hurt before, a diffirent kind of hurt. Its like a bruise that never goes away, its always there and when you press on it, it hurts ’till you dont press on it no more. my bruise is in my heart, and when I think of you, its as through god presses my heart …
these places I have been, these poeple I have seen, these winds I have felt, these sounds I have witnessed – have all gone. I have not found my fondness in these places so plain…the desert is cold at night and warm at day – they are empty and the storms know no mercy when …
You are who you are because you function under a false sense of confidence. Only this I know, that because of this, you remain as a unreliable and untrusted source in my books. You live in the limelight of others and sparkle when they do, and when left alone you yern for this… I’m sorry …
today I was writing you a thought, it twisted my soul and tried my life’s facination. I’m writing you a song, to tell you in sweet rhymes these things I have found. I’m writing strong, these feelings in this book, my depression reigns. The force of this pen has become less as my hands bleed …
Frustration is prevalent in my mind, like a intruder, deep working hard in my mind – unwelcome, yet invited… The pain of realisation, the slow drift displacment of comfort. I’m so yet I’m less so – and this I know and it breaks me inside. How fragile am I? Can one destroy oneself? Do I …