where do i turn when nowhere is home?
home is a place of love, right? so does that make me homeless?
who do i turn to when my world crumbles?
mom was right; no one cares, so no one will help. no one will listen. i have no one there.
what's the point of going on?
no one can love me. all i do is destroy. i'm not misunderstood- i'm incoherant. no one can understand me but my creater, and even she is thinking that she should throw this old draft in the shredder.
i don't wanna die yet. i wanna first prove to everyone that i'm not destined to fail entirely and that i can become something one of these days. then at least i can die knowing they'll have something to miss- if not me at least my potential.
still, a part of me wishes i would just give up. what's the point? no one really cares.
 the_forgotten_thought · Sat Feb 14, 2009 @ 05:55am · 0 Comments |
