Thursday, 14 May 2009
Let go
I thought seeing him would clear things up for me. In one way i suppose it did, in another it made things a bit more difficult. We were standing in the corridor and some guys were messing about with a balloon (i never said the boys at my school were mature) and we both jump and the slightest sudden, loud noise so we backed off a little. He looked over at me and i swear he smiled. But what if i imagined it? JEEZ! Why can't i just let him go?! Media exam was crap. I think i ballsed it up in a major way. I see no point in continuing with my exams. Gonna fail anyways. Bollocks.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
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.
Thank you for leaving such a lovely comment on my Doctor Who story :)
ReplyDeleteNo problem :D
ReplyDelete