Monday, 2 March 2009
Screwed up, messed up and without a care
I have been thinking about how much i have messed up. I've actually pinpointed where i went wrong. The truth is, yeah. I screwed up, big time. It's a shame, because i had something great. I had something i would have killed for a year ago. And i messed up and i lost everything i had worked so hard to get. So here is my message to anyone and everyone who is feeling sad, low, depressed or all of the above: Don't give up. Whatever you do, do not give up on life. Because, yes it can always get worse. But it can also get better. Five months ago (Wow time flies!) I never would have thought that i would be here, without a friend and without a care. A month ago i thought i couldn't live without him. But i am. And i will continue to. Because i refuse to continually let other people rule my life. It is true that when we love someone and they leave us, there's a hole in our hearts, but that hole gets stitched up, the stitches dissolve and then there's a scar and then over more time... There's barely a mark. The time and the size of that mark varies depending on how much they hurt us. OK I'm done getting all philosophical and... Stuff.
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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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