Monday, August 4, 2008

The scars remind us, the past is real

I hate being afraid of things.
Things that I shouldn't be afraid of.
I can't bring myself to just let it go.
And try to let something happen.
I don't know if it's because of my past,
Or maybe I'm just doing the same thing.
Thinking too much, over-analyzing....
Either way, it isn't good.
I don't know how to let go of this feeling.
But maybe it isn't just a feeling???
Maybe I feel weird because it isn't right?
Perhaps I'm only fooling myself....
And I just want this more than I need it.
I want it so bad, that I'm just pretending.





I'm only fooling myself, yeah yeah.

Monday, July 28, 2008

I won't try to philosophize

I'll just take a deep breath &&
I'll look in your eyes....


Ugh.
I hate this feeling.
I can't even explain it.
It's just like...blahh.
That's all that comes out when I try.
I feel sad for no reason.
Like, I have NO reason to be.
Really.
But it comes and I can't do anything about it.

I'll try to let go of it, and make myself at least pretend to be alright until it goes away. I like being a happy person, but sometimes my head just gets all confused and I don't really know what to do about it.





This is the best thing,
The best thing that could be happening...
And I think you would agree;
The best thing is that it's happening
to you and me.

Saturday, July 26, 2008

Something More

I'm really not sure what I was thinking.
Wasting my time on him??
Two whole years??
Seriously, I'm not that pathetic.
Really.

I was just fooling myself and honestly thought he was the greatest guy ever. Maybe I was just trying to make something work that never even would have. And really, I'm okay with that. Because I don't think it would have been as perfect as it seemed in my head. Nothing ever really is, I suppose.

It's been a few months since I've felt anything towards him, other than friendship. And I'm really glad because caring about him so much was just a waste of my heart and was for nothing. I want to be friends with him, but if he could never hang out or spend time with me before, I highly doubt a friendship will work without seeing or talking to each other. Ha.

Well...anyways. I think I've found someone new. Someone better. And not just better than him, but better than I ever thought I would be able to have. After so many disappointments and let downs by people, you start to lose faith in lots of things. Including the hope for a guy who can really prove to you that he ISN'T just like all of the others. But now, I'm starting to let go of that in my head. And trying to let something happen that could possibly be really wonderful and change the way I think about lots of things.

It's amazing when you have such low expectations (Not standards, expectations. Don't get me wrong here) in what is possible to find out there, and you're thinking you'll never find anyone even remotely good enough or decent enough to give your heart to. And then you find someone, and you start to re-think all of those thoughts you had about guys and relationships and what's really worth it.

What I'm trying to say here, is that...I don't even know what I'm trying to say.

I think I may have found that one guy who makes all of the bad stuff okay,
and gives those silly love songs meaning,
and makes me smile without even being here,
and so many other things.

I don't want to say anymore, mostly because I'm kind of jumping the gun here. But I really believe this could be one of the best things to happen. And although the timing is kind of off, at the same time this is happening exactly when I needed it most.






I'm only me when I'm with you<3

Wednesday, July 16, 2008

The dawning of a new age

Last night, I dreamt that you kissed me under the stars.
Even in my sleep-you took my breath away.....




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Sunday, May 4, 2008

You don't..

You don't mean anything to me.
You're what I never want to be.
You don't mean anything to me...

Monday, February 11, 2008

Love Is The Movement.

The pressure builds up and refuses to let up.
There's something underneath and it's getting her fed-up.
She's gorgeous;;yet so naive.
So the world takes advantage of her heart on her sleeve.
They say that she's crazy, but they just don't know..
Of all of the darkness surrounding her soul.
She's just sixteen, trapped in a bad dream.
She turns up her music to drown out the screams.
With tears of frustration rolling down her cheeks,
The body is willing, but the mind is too weak.
She knows what's to come,
Now she's gritting her teeth.
She's killing herself but she needs the release.
With no one to help--a self reservation,
She picks up the razor with no hesitation.


Press on 'til the break of dawn.
Stay strong; Carry on, carry on, carry on.

[[Oh God, here she goes again.
Oh God, here she goes again.
Oh God, here she goes again.
Oh God, here she goes again.]]


Her razor blade seems like her only friend,
The only thing that can release the pain within.
And each scar tells of some sad story..
Of pain, self-destruction, and falling from glory.
The liquor and drugs only take her so far;
She longs for the sting of the cut down her arm.
Her self-medication is self-mutilation.
Her heart is racing from anticipation.
The room starts to spin as the blood rushes down.
Her hope falls along side of her to the ground.
All it takes is one person to lead her from here,
So who will speak up so the truth is revealed?


Press on 'til the break of dawn.
Stay strong; Carry on, carry on, carry on..........


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Saturday, January 5, 2008

I just want to see you laugh;;

Not cry.
I love you 'til the end.


This week was really hard for me.
Probably the hardest in a long time.
The thing is...I don't even know why.
I guess it's just one of those things.
But it's happened before.
Been there done that.
So I'm really used to it actually.
Except when things just keep happening.
Like, one thing happens and you're slightly upset.
Then something else puts you in a bad mood.
And then another thing makes you really distant.
Or not wanting to do anything at all.
But then that one last thing does the trick.
And you're just wondering why.
Why you ever thought things were getting better.
Or why you fooled yourself into believing a lie.

I think it's going away though.
I'll be fine. I always am.
I'm in a better state of mind now..