Monday, 23 February 2009
I don't think i can do this...
It is official. I cannot draw to save my life... Or at least my school life. Seriously, this piece is due in less that a month and i cannot do it. Should i just give up? But the problem with that is that i do not wanna give up, i can't, it's impossible for me. But i feel i have no choice. It's better to give up than to be told you have failed right? Or is that wrong? Yeah the saying is that you should try, try and try again until you succeed. But i have been trying. I'm tired of trying. ARGH! I don't know what to do!!!!! Another thng is that i look dead. I'm not shallow, i don't care what i look like, the problem is that i feel dead too. Inside i mean. Sigh, just another day in the life of me.
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poetry of the damned
It's not fair.
I don't know who i am.
Why do i feel this way?
I'm never able to be myself. Not really.
There's always a piece locked away.
A secret i won't ever say.
A lie i'll never reveal.
I made a mistake. It cost me everything.
I'll never be the same again.
No one knows who i really am.
He thought he knew me, but he didn't.
She thought she saw me, but she didn't.
What they thought they knew and saw was a shadow of what was real.
Of what i really feel.
I'll never fit in. I'm an outsider. For that i thank God everyday!
Who wants to be cool when that includes getting drunk, smoking and screwing around?
But why does being an outsider have to be so hard?
I am different. More different than you know.
That's the point really... You will never know. Because i will never tell.
untitled
perseverance is what they say my strength is
They must be right
because i got hurt again tonight
Yet i'm still ready to love
Rebound is my second name
But not in the way you might think
I wish i could hate you
But i don't have the strength
One day my heart will not be able to hold on anymore
will not react to heartbreak with immunity
i think today is that day.
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