I'm so fucking messed up..
I dont deserve any of this..
I feel...like shit
I havent slept..in two days
*curls up an yawns*
I miss...
I miss..
Oh that
lovely thing
That I
miss so
Belonging to
you and
only you
now I
sit here
wondering if
you've even
want me
back.
http://www.you
The saddest point in a persons life, is when they discover a song, that details their life up to that point.
While the song can, may and will change, it is none the less saddening, when that song is found. For it requires an understanding, and a decision.
We must first understand why that song is th song of your life, to that point, and the decision is what are you going to do about it.
Do we allow this song, to continue to describe our life, or do we change our life, to change our song. We are our own dancers, band, and audience. We decide our fates, and our songs. Will you continue to dance to the same song, over and over, or will you add another to the list, and create something more, then just one song?
Last time that I'll write
A poem for venting
It's just my way of talking
Without actualling having too
I'm sorry if it hurts you
You know me and thats not what I want
Your joy and happiness
Are my driving thoughts.
The edited version.
Cause well..like it says.
Im done venting. It doesnt do me any good.
Dont trust people
Dont buy a word they say
Their all a bunch of liars
And sinners I say.
Making promises never to keep
Saying words with no meaning
That hold up your dreams.
Liars, sinners hope breakers
Thats what people are
Never to be trusted
Never to be liked.
Dont fall for their tricks
They'll promise you everything
And then they'll take everything.
There are reasons I am depressed
And there are reasons I am hurting.
I'm tired of trying to help
Because all I get from it is pain
No one appreciates me..and everyone takes me for granted.
One of these days, someone is going to need me
And I wont be there
Becaus I'll be driven to the point
Where I wont care anymore.
Tell me why I try
When no one apperciates that I do
Tell me why I should care
When no one wants too.
I've been there for everyone
Who is there for me?
The thing that haunts me..
Large, black paws, mangy torn fur. Saliva, as green as vomit, the smell of decay and mold. Large red eyes, burning with some unknown pain. The spread of fear and terror lays in its path, knowing no bounds. The Herald of something wicked, something sinister. I see it clearly, as one who see a friend. Always there, always watching. It never gets close, save for when I try to sleep. And then it comes, comes to my dreams.
The thing that haunts me..
Large, black paws, mangy torn fur. Saliva, as green as vomit, the smell of decay and mold. Large red eyes, burning with some unknown pain. The spread of fear and terror lays in its path, knowing no bounds. The Herald of something wicked, something sinister. I see it clearly, as one who see a friend. Always there, always watching. It never gets close, save for when I try to sleep. And then it comes, comes to my dreams.
Im a writer, Im a poet, Im a singer, I'm an artist
I am all of those things
For Im a human being
When I talk it is poetry
When I breath I am singing
My thoughts are my paintings
And my words are my writings
I am all of those things
For Im a human being.
To move is an art
To breath is a song
My brain is my book
my thoughts are the words
All of tbose things
Is a Poem that I give
I am all of those things
For Im a human being.
You wanna know about me?
I laugh at the notion
Your joking right?
I see that smile there
Your kidding, you just joshin me
It's not a real question
Im not hard to figure out
You should know me by now
Should know how I feel
Know what I think
Predict what I'll say
But you cant
Can you?
You should know be now
Should know how I'll feel
Know what I think
Predict how I'll act..
You wanna know about me?
You make me laugh.
Constantly.
The things I regret
I keep locked away inside
They never see the light
Or even the night outside.
I keep them in this box you see
And I'm afraid I've lost the key
I've ever had a reason
To ever let them free.
Sure you've given me
Some more regrets to place in
And if I could I almost would
go back to see
That they never came to pass
Even now I think of it
And with all the regrets I have
I guess I wouldnt change a thing
Because the happy memories I want to last.
I guess its just bittersweet
These regrets and I.
Do you ever wish
You could take it call back
And just be how it was
Back when it all made sense
And things were worth fighting for?
http://www.you
HAHAHAHAHA
That made me laugh so hard.
and
http://www.you
If you like to see twilight fail
Watch it.
If you loved the movie
And would chop my nuts off for laughing at the movies
Dont watch those <<
For what it is worth
I still love you.
And I'll always be there.
I think, Im going to have alot to regret. And I feel, that I'm going to be in trouble. I'm sorry..for the things I've said. ANd I understand, if no one talks to me anymore after this.
The following bit of garbage is neither intellectual, or brilliant. It is more or less a mass groupings of how I am feeling, shoved together, in a semi cohesive form. Yes, its about specific people. And Im pretty damn sure they will read this, and get mad at me. To which I say...I have every write to type out what I have. I've been hurt by a few people now, and it sucks,t o bottle it all in, so they dont get hurt. I'm sorry if this hurts anyone but...I'm tired of fucking hurting. I havent deserved any of the fucking bullshit thats happened in my life. All I've ever done, is help everyone else, and make them happy. I've kept just about every fucking promise I've ever made, even when it was killing me to do so. Every bloody choice I've made in life, has been for someone else. And God damn, the world, and everyone in my life, atleast owes me this right to rant about it. Pretty sure you can figure out what follows next. Read on if you want, or dont. Your choice. I'm making my own, for myself now. It's time I started worring about me, number one, instead of everyone else. All its done is caused me pain,a nd heart ach. And I'm sick of it. Tell me, everyone. Does it make you happy, knowing that your happy now, cause I suffer? Number one, me, thats who I should care about. Which is funny, cause Im always getting told to do that. To take care of me firs,t but when I do, I get to be made to feel guilty. Not this time. This time, everyone else can feel guilty. Everyone else, can feelw hat I feel. I pay for the happiness for the people in my life. Bout fucking time they paid me back. Yeah..Im feeling really fucking bitter right now, and Im really fucking hurting. But I'm sick of the pain, I'm sick of the nightmares, and I'm tired...so freaking tired of not getting what I want. I'm not being an ass, when I say Im not selfish. Look at my friendships, my two relationships, my lif with my family. WHO IS THAT GIVES!? Who is, that is the first to comprimise? Who is, that works his schedual, around everyone else, so he can be there for everyone else, even though, it means its wearing him out, and killing him? Me. Who keeps his promises, even though, no one keeps theirs to him. Me. He forks out cash to his fmaily, like its water, because they ask and h doesnt have the heart to say no? Me. Who is it, that has kept every secret, supported his friends in everything they've done...even when it ment hurting him, and breaking his ehart? Me. My family, my friends..you owe this to me. Dont be mad at me for what I've typedplease...