I will...

I will live
I will die.
I will laugh
I will cry.
But i won't wait for you again
In the rain
Like i did last night.
Goodbye.

Sunday, 15 February 2009

random thoughts, on random things

It's late. But i don't care. I don't wanna settle down, because when i do i'm haunted by the past and the past is not a pleasant place and i do not wanna go there again. I have just realised that i have family all over the world, it's kinda funny really. I'm rambling, what i really want to ramble about is him though. But i can't. It's still too painful. I'm gonna get my hair dyed a brighter red and cut above my shoulders on tuesday. And i'm gonna get my lip pierced soon, money problem or no. The school won't like it but i really don't care. I don't care about much these days. I've found that if you care too much about someone/thing it will only hurt so much more when they leave you. Because in the end everyone has to leave, whether it's their choice or not. i wonder about past lives, reincarnation, heaven, the after life and stuff like that alot. It's something that will continue to elude so many of us until we take that eternal sleep. That's a morbid thought... Ah well. Must sleep now. I'm soooooooo tired. I can't wait until i save enough money for a car and then i can go on a road trip around the UK and places that i would never have dreamed of. Now that's a pleasant thought!

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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.

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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.