Deleted my last poem.
Didnt think it was all that great.
And it's meaning would have been lost anyways.
Mer.
Not sure why I bother.
Nothing changes.
I still am, as I always have been.
In last place.
talk about getting your hopes up.
I dont feel important.
To anyone.
I dont feel worth it.
To anyone.
I'm not good enough.
For anyone.
My family has proven it, she has proven it, my freinds have proven it.
Words from a friend.
" Sometimes, we have something really amazing before our eyes. Wether its a person, or an oppertunity. And for some reason, for whatever reason, we never see it. often times, untill its too late. Wether its the guy who is always there for you, treats you better then anyone else does, and never judges you, or the chance to do something really amazing, like a job, or a college oppertunity. Either way, for some reason, this amazing thing we never see, untill its too late. It happens to everyone. Keep your eye out, for that something amazing."
-S
hate how much things have changed...
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.