I'm one of those kinds of people who feels a little too much and tends to try and keep it all inside, which never really works. When my life hit rock bottom, I found my outlit in life, writing. For all you people who think I'm trying to say how people should feel about the things I write about, get to know me before you judge. Everything I write comes from hard earned experience, or my feeling. I'm not trying to tell people how to feel, I'm just saying how I feel. |
My faded eyes
And my soulful cries...
Blood everywhere.
Razors on the stairs...
You trip and fall,
Only to pick yourself up again...
Is it something I've done?
Is it something I've said...
Let the loneliness eat out your heart.
Let it tare you apart...
And now I can feel the fear crepping up. I feel it in my stomach, churrning and making me sick. |
I want it to be real and I want it to last, but I believe, in the end, it won't. |
Its as if I feel like I don't deserve to be happy., like everyone deserves happiness, just not me. |