i'm going to wear the scars like i'm proud and cry 'til my eyes hurt, 'cause things can't get much worse. you pieced together a thread of lies and now it's tied around my finger making sure i don't forget.
i'd say i hate you, too, but i can't turn out like you did.
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Saturday, October 18, 2008
this is where i say i've had enough
"no one should ever feel the way that i feel now"
it's true.
i didn't think this could happen.
but, sitting here all alone in a dark room
has never felt like the safest bet to me.
now i want to lay in it, listening to the sound of my breathing just to know that i'm still alive, even if my face is numb and my throat is clogged with tears i don't feel like crying. i can't tell myself that i'm better than this because sometimes i'm just not sure. a tap of the keys is the counter numbering off everything i'm worrying about right now.
maybe this screen will blind me and i won't have to see the end of this.
it's true.
i didn't think this could happen.
but, sitting here all alone in a dark room
has never felt like the safest bet to me.
now i want to lay in it, listening to the sound of my breathing just to know that i'm still alive, even if my face is numb and my throat is clogged with tears i don't feel like crying. i can't tell myself that i'm better than this because sometimes i'm just not sure. a tap of the keys is the counter numbering off everything i'm worrying about right now.
maybe this screen will blind me and i won't have to see the end of this.
Saturday, October 4, 2008
sing us a song, and we'll sing it back to you.
i am made entirely of mistakes and bad days.
waking up too early with nothing to keep my mind from wandering to places it shouldn't dare go.
the feeling i get in the pit of my stomach when i'm too excited for things.
the people i love, the people i look up to. the people who don't know me at all.
the songs i sing to myself so i don't feel so tired of everyone.
the people i leave behind all of the time, not wanting to have to deal with change.
the way my heart beats in time with the pound of the bass in small venues that make my whole body rattle with the music.
old friends that are gone and new friends who really don't care.
the people i have yet to meet. the ones that are filled with chances.
waking up too early with nothing to keep my mind from wandering to places it shouldn't dare go.
the feeling i get in the pit of my stomach when i'm too excited for things.
the people i love, the people i look up to. the people who don't know me at all.
the songs i sing to myself so i don't feel so tired of everyone.
the people i leave behind all of the time, not wanting to have to deal with change.
the way my heart beats in time with the pound of the bass in small venues that make my whole body rattle with the music.
old friends that are gone and new friends who really don't care.
the people i have yet to meet. the ones that are filled with chances.
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
can anyone really love young

i feel like this a lot. a lot of people are just so oblivious to everything. they think making other people's lives absolutely miserable is a good way to spend their days, because it shows you have some type of control. well think again. you could be doing so much more, like meeting new people and thinking of the things you never aknowledged before. there's so much more we can do and experience in just a single day than most people even consider.
i'm just trying to live, you know. i'm trying to be happy and enthusiastic about everyday. i want to take in everything i can, while i can. so everyday i'm going to try something new, and maybe i'll find something better in myself. i just want to do what's right.
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