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, 22 March 2009

Done and change

This time last year i was sat in my room bored outta my head... The past really likes to repeat itself. But if it was last year i would just be about to meet an amazing guy who i fall in love with and we have a great summer together, going to carnivals, getting on trains with no destination in mind, going shopping and talking about everything. Funny how things change. I'm so angry, I'm really starting to hate him, but i don't want to. I just want to be able to move on but remember with happiness what we had. Truth is I'm not ready for a relationship or friendship or anything that includes trusting another person. Not yet. But i do wish he would talk to me or even look at me. I've spent my whole life invisible and now i realise that the one person who saw me, never actually looked properly, he wanted too much from me. He wanted the gold star friend, who liked what he liked and listened to him without ever having to listen himself. I'm missing a guy who doesn't exist anymore, who disappeared that day. But what if he is still there? Deep inside? *sigh* not my problem anymore. I'm done trying to help those who don't appreciate it.

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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.