When I say good-bye |
"How can I be expected to be trapped for the rest of my life by a man frozen in time?" |
I hate being happy. Because when I'm happy, I only end up falling further to my endless depression. |
I hate how you beat me at everything thats ever meant anything.. |
If beauty is skin deep, what is pain? |
Poetry is about the grief. Politics is about the grievance. - Robert Frost |
It hurts me so much to know, that to you I will always be nothing. I guess my blood and tears weren't enough. |
I dont need it, I just want it. To feel, to breathe to know I'm alive. |
I'm different, in a different way. The only thing that stays the same, is change |
Not all who wander are lost. |