Streaming down your face and choking on your words.. You find its not ******** worth it. You find it makes no sense anymore and if you had a pupose, you'd be able to see it. The little things drag you down into a vortex that whispers to you.
Insisting you're okay, you heave warm salty tears from your eyes then they avert their attention to the world we choose to be content with. These memories hurt so badly. I wasted so much time. I hate thinking about him. And what I got myself so ******** wrapped up in. I try and try not to let it hurt me.
You won't ever know.. You will never understand. You won't EVER know what I feel when I cry.
I am Impulsive. My heart pounds along with my head. I feel ashamed and guilty. I cry so often, it shows how ******** weak I am. I can't handle what I've got. It hurts..it physically hurts. I swore I would never let my tears be seen by you. But here I am Sobbing in your arms.
I R sad. ;-;
Alice.in.Emoland · Sat Mar 29, 2008 @ 03:42am · 0 Comments |