The day i realised i could never have aaronn...
was the day i met steph.. look at her.. than look at me...
...exactly...
Saturday, July 11, 2009
Open your eyes, see this through
Not everything's gonna effect you
It doesnt have to break your heart
Or pull your common sense apart
Dont let their pain hold you back
Or make you realise what you lack
DOnt hide away to find yourself
Just leave your troubles on the shelf
Your better than they'll ever be
Others say it, its not just me
You dont need to be like they are
You just need to have confidence :)
Not everything's gonna effect you
It doesnt have to break your heart
Or pull your common sense apart
Dont let their pain hold you back
Or make you realise what you lack
DOnt hide away to find yourself
Just leave your troubles on the shelf
Your better than they'll ever be
Others say it, its not just me
You dont need to be like they are
You just need to have confidence :)
Steph,
Everytime I think about Aaron, I think about you, and waht you must have been thinking when you told him it was over. You gave up the best guy in the world, and I know that for the rest of your life, your gonna wonder what could have happened if you hadnt. You sacrificed the perfect ending, for a life of wondering how it could be different...
I just dont get that...
Everytime I think about Aaron, I think about you, and waht you must have been thinking when you told him it was over. You gave up the best guy in the world, and I know that for the rest of your life, your gonna wonder what could have happened if you hadnt. You sacrificed the perfect ending, for a life of wondering how it could be different...
I just dont get that...
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
LAME emoness
she cries today
her hopes denied
her hart betrayed
because he lied
he smiles away
a broken life
when she comes in
he hides the Knife
she cries tonight
and holds her gun
When he comes in
She flicks her thumb
he dies she Dies,
a depressing end
But he didnt notice
Her thumb didnt bend
He killed himself
She thought she was dead
he did too
and this is the END
her hopes denied
her hart betrayed
because he lied
he smiles away
a broken life
when she comes in
he hides the Knife
she cries tonight
and holds her gun
When he comes in
She flicks her thumb
he dies she Dies,
a depressing end
But he didnt notice
Her thumb didnt bend
He killed himself
She thought she was dead
he did too
and this is the END
bY eSTHER cURTIS
Leave out all the pain
Dont hesistate to give someone a hug
Dont let the pain drive you insane...
Dont hesistate to give someone a hug
Dont let the pain drive you insane...
Monday, June 15, 2009
Im holding onto things I've never seen
Im letting go of everything i konw
I'm dreaming about life from his perspective,
I close my eyes,
And all I see is Chelsea.
She blocks his sight of me,
Maybe he cares, maybe he doesnt. Maybe he doesnt wana hurt me. Maybe he doesnt care about hurting me cos Chelc is all that he see's. Maybe jsut being friends isnt that bad. Maybe its gonna break my heart all over again, but then something he says will put it back together. But then, mauybe that thing he says will make me love him more. Maybe it wasnt meant to be. Maybe it was. Maybe its love. Maybe its not. Maybe I can get over him, Maybe he's gonna be all i think about. Maybe i need a distraction. maybe thinking about it hurts me but then again maybe thinking about it will help me accept that Chelsea is better than me. But maybe accepting that will break me. Maybe I need to be broken. Maybe its good for me. Maybe, just maybe.
Im letting go of everything i konw
I'm dreaming about life from his perspective,
I close my eyes,
And all I see is Chelsea.
She blocks his sight of me,
Maybe he cares, maybe he doesnt. Maybe he doesnt wana hurt me. Maybe he doesnt care about hurting me cos Chelc is all that he see's. Maybe jsut being friends isnt that bad. Maybe its gonna break my heart all over again, but then something he says will put it back together. But then, mauybe that thing he says will make me love him more. Maybe it wasnt meant to be. Maybe it was. Maybe its love. Maybe its not. Maybe I can get over him, Maybe he's gonna be all i think about. Maybe i need a distraction. maybe thinking about it hurts me but then again maybe thinking about it will help me accept that Chelsea is better than me. But maybe accepting that will break me. Maybe I need to be broken. Maybe its good for me. Maybe, just maybe.
im sorry for being who i am
im sorry for trying to get along with you
im sorry for breaking your heart
im sorry for falling apart in your arms
im sorry for being a loser
im sorry for being a bitch, cow, slut, whatever you think i am
im sorry for that time when i lied
im sorry for that other time when i forgot to tell the truth
im sorry for causing you pain
Im sorry for growing too attatched
i wish i could change it
im sorry for trying to get along with you
im sorry for breaking your heart
im sorry for falling apart in your arms
im sorry for being a loser
im sorry for being a bitch, cow, slut, whatever you think i am
im sorry for that time when i lied
im sorry for that other time when i forgot to tell the truth
im sorry for causing you pain
Im sorry for growing too attatched
i wish i could change it
Emo
They would say,
"What do you have left EMO? Nothing but a broken heart?"
Why do they control me?
They would haunt me, bring me down to their level and say,
"No one can hate themselves as much as you must."
Why does it still hurt?
They would shun me and tell me,
"You just dont fit in here!"
I was always, too FAT , too UGLY , too SMART to fit in,
Makes sense right?
Why arent I used to it?
I was never good enough,
"PATHETIC"
I was a SHAME.
I began to fool myself I could reach their standards.
I started pretending to be someone else.
??
I began to forget who I really was...
I told myself:
"You'll fit in someday" "Eventually"
"They just need to see how much like them you really are."
I fooled myself, never them. I forgot who I was.
The SHAM became ME. They kept me alive.
It was an I-L-L-U-S-I-O-N,
Created to quench my thirst for popularity.
"It got me nowhere"
I LOST MYSELF ALONG THE WAY
Who am I now?
Nothing. Nothing. Nothing
But an EMO with a Broken Heart.
"What do you have left EMO? Nothing but a broken heart?"
Why do they control me?
They would haunt me, bring me down to their level and say,
"No one can hate themselves as much as you must."
Why does it still hurt?
They would shun me and tell me,
"You just dont fit in here!"
I was always, too FAT , too UGLY , too SMART to fit in,
Makes sense right?
Why arent I used to it?
I was never good enough,
"PATHETIC"
I was a SHAME.
I began to fool myself I could reach their standards.
I started pretending to be someone else.
??
I began to forget who I really was...
I told myself:
"You'll fit in someday" "Eventually"
"They just need to see how much like them you really are."
I fooled myself, never them. I forgot who I was.
The SHAM became ME. They kept me alive.
It was an I-L-L-U-S-I-O-N,
Created to quench my thirst for popularity.
"It got me nowhere"
I LOST MYSELF ALONG THE WAY
Who am I now?
Nothing. Nothing. Nothing
But an EMO with a Broken Heart.
Saturday, April 18, 2009
...
We walk the halls of lost remembrance. There is nothing left of our old lives. What do we have to look forward to? Our hopes have been taken from us. Our dreams have been stolen by the dark night that engulfs us. We cannot scream, for fear of being heard. We cannot breathe for our lives hang in the balance.Our souls slowly crumble, disintegrating in the fear we have some to know so well. What do we have to look forward to? There is only the hope that the sun will rise.-
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