Life has made a mockery out of me.
But I can only blame myself for falling so deep.
As I cry for you, you only think of her, but the one who cares for you is here.
So from now on, please stay away from me. If you care for me as a friend then I beg you to stay away from my heart. Don't talk to me. Don't smile at me. Don't show me your happiness that is for her. Don't come near me because I need to forget you. Otherwise, I won't be able to survive.
I don't want to hear them talking about you and her. I'm not ready for that yet. Soon I will be fine, but not yet. Not yet.
Maybe I'm thinking too much and it's all untrue. I rather give up now though. I'm phobic of hoping for something that is inexsistent.
I'm standing at the edge of a cliff.
Should I?
Friday, September 24, 2010
Monday, September 20, 2010
I'm smiling though I'm close to tears.
It hurts when people call me a man. What does it take for those bastards to acknowledge me as a girl? It's unfair that I didn't get to choose the gender to be born in. And it's not my fault that I act this way though I'm a girl because this is who I am.
SO STOP HITTING ME AND CALLING ME YOUR BROTHER. I'M A GIRL FOR HEAVEN'S SAKE. I STILL SQUEAL AT CUTE THINGS. AND JUST BECAUSE I'M AS TALL AS YOU ALL DOESN'T MAKE ME LESS GIRLY PHYSICALLY. BASTARDS. YOU HORRIBLE JERKS. I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOUR FACES. YOUR APOLOGIES ARE WORTHLESS BECAUSE YOU ARE ALL PIECES OF CRAP.
There's a certain point when a joke turns into an insult. I might as well start wearing pants. But you know what, I'm going to do something different. I'll act like some disgustingly girly girl instead. Lets see if you sh_theads will call me a man then.
I hope you guys meet an extremely girly girl cause girly girls are hard to handle. Lets see you enjoy yourselves then.
Like a piece of glass
so devastatingly fragile,
you shield her from reality.
Diseased with love, you hold her captive,
Making her feed your glass obsession.
It hurts when people call me a man. What does it take for those bastards to acknowledge me as a girl? It's unfair that I didn't get to choose the gender to be born in. And it's not my fault that I act this way though I'm a girl because this is who I am.
SO STOP HITTING ME AND CALLING ME YOUR BROTHER. I'M A GIRL FOR HEAVEN'S SAKE. I STILL SQUEAL AT CUTE THINGS. AND JUST BECAUSE I'M AS TALL AS YOU ALL DOESN'T MAKE ME LESS GIRLY PHYSICALLY. BASTARDS. YOU HORRIBLE JERKS. I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOUR FACES. YOUR APOLOGIES ARE WORTHLESS BECAUSE YOU ARE ALL PIECES OF CRAP.
There's a certain point when a joke turns into an insult. I might as well start wearing pants. But you know what, I'm going to do something different. I'll act like some disgustingly girly girl instead. Lets see if you sh_theads will call me a man then.
I hope you guys meet an extremely girly girl cause girly girls are hard to handle. Lets see you enjoy yourselves then.
Like a piece of glass
so devastatingly fragile,
you shield her from reality.
Diseased with love, you hold her captive,
Making her feed your glass obsession.
Monday, September 13, 2010
If you wish to experience all of life's emotions through one incident, just fall in love.
The world isn't rose coloured just because you fall in love. Because loving doesn't mean you're loved. Though your mind is filled with thoughts of him, he thinks of someone else. And when you bleed, he can't see it. He can't see the pain nor the longing in your heart.
His smile brings you agony at times cause you know that smile is not yours. Everything about you is his. But nothing of his yours.
So you lie to protect yourself. Lie that your love doesn't exist.
Hush.
The world isn't rose coloured just because you fall in love. Because loving doesn't mean you're loved. Though your mind is filled with thoughts of him, he thinks of someone else. And when you bleed, he can't see it. He can't see the pain nor the longing in your heart.
His smile brings you agony at times cause you know that smile is not yours. Everything about you is his. But nothing of his yours.
So you lie to protect yourself. Lie that your love doesn't exist.
Hush.
Thursday, September 2, 2010
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