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.

Saturday, 21 March 2009

Anything

I think i would give anything to wind back the clock and anything to have him by my side again. I'm scared about this interview i have today and the future which is coming whether i am ready for it or not and all i want him to do is just hug me and tell me it will be OK. But he is not here and i do not have a time machine so i cannot go back and undo what caused us so much strife. It kills me everyday that i had a second chance and i blew it. It kills me that this is all my fault. But the truth is, is that i was in love with him and he just saw me as a friend so what good would that have been? I'll just keep telling myself that until i believe it. It's gonna be so hard leaving for college and never seeing him again. Why is he doing this to me? Why can't he give us another chance? But the question is: Do i want another chance with him? I keep telling myself that it's good we are not together anymore because he would have held me back. I mean, how hard would it have been to leave him if we were still friends? I wouldn't have done it. That would have been a mistake.

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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.