Sick of life
I'm sick of worrying about him. I'm sick of checking my old phone for texts or calls saying he needs me or he's sorry. I'm sick of thinking of him. I'm sick of missing him. I'm sick of not being able to rightfully hate him. Most of all... I'm sick of life.
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.
the more you think about something or the more you obssess over it the more obssessed you get.. if you ignore the urge the next time to check and do something else.. you'll be less upset..
ReplyDeletebtw thanks for your comment i dyed my hair red once wish i had none about this product then.. the color faded out very quickly.