Never is there ever someone to talk to when I feel like this.
Instead I'm here pouring my mind and soul into posts that wont even be read.
Sunday, 28 April 2013
Saturday, 27 April 2013
life
I don't think people ever truly understand each other, they just say they do to make the other person feel better, but eventually they slip and the other person realises that actually they were never understood at all and then they feel so alone and wish they had never confided in anyone to start with.
Why?
Why do you listen but not say a word?
Why do you watch but never truly see?
Why do you care when theres nothing left?
Why do you appear but never when you're needed?
Why do you stay but are never really present?
~What do you want?~
Why do you watch but never truly see?
Why do you care when theres nothing left?
Why do you appear but never when you're needed?
Why do you stay but are never really present?
~What do you want?~
Time
Sometimes its hard to breathe, I forget how to fill my lungs
Other times its hard to eat, my stomach turns over and over
Most times its hard to think, my mind fight a battle with insanity
All the time its hard to be, for being means accepting and accepting is to be.
Other times its hard to eat, my stomach turns over and over
Most times its hard to think, my mind fight a battle with insanity
All the time its hard to be, for being means accepting and accepting is to be.
Nostalgia..
...is the way I am reminded of our first kiss as I walk through the blooming magnolias,
the way I think of nothing but the comfort of your arms as I lay alone in my bed.
It is the way I can no longer breathe walking the paths we used to walk together,
how the tears flow to the setting sun on the horizon as I walk home alone.
Nostalgia is the way spring now makes me feel so numb I doubt my own existence at times.
the way I think of nothing but the comfort of your arms as I lay alone in my bed.
It is the way I can no longer breathe walking the paths we used to walk together,
how the tears flow to the setting sun on the horizon as I walk home alone.
Nostalgia is the way spring now makes me feel so numb I doubt my own existence at times.
My sad soul
Why does no one just tell me its ok to be sad and then hold my hand through the sadness.
Instead they try their best to change me and in the end blame me for not trying to be happy, when really I am happy, its just that I carry an unmovable sadness inside.
~I bear inside me a sad soul, please don't try and change that, for it is all I know.~
Instead they try their best to change me and in the end blame me for not trying to be happy, when really I am happy, its just that I carry an unmovable sadness inside.
~I bear inside me a sad soul, please don't try and change that, for it is all I know.~
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