The plaster’s peeling from my face as my smile slowly fades.
My world is thrust from colorful bursts to vague and deceptive shades.
I’m shadowed further by this black-burned tree as its ashes float away
Stealing bits of my damaged soul as they pair up for this waltz of dismay.
With intricate steps, they tip toe the topic, nudging it with barely a graze
their audience is multiplied by the myriad of tears that start trickling down my face.
I’m suffocating in this sea of loneliness, deafened as the silence blares.
The temperature drops as your shoulders turn, averting your disapproving stares.
There’s a difference between good and good enough; between flawed and imperfect.
Looking at me, you can see this is true, which is the cause of your neglect.
******** me. ******** my life. I’m standing upon this bridge as cars threaten to hit me from behind.
Don’t urge me forth, I mean it this time. Just tell me you love me once more, before you go.
As I bid you farewell, remember this:
You can hate me for my problems, or love me despite my flaws;
You can open your heart and realize my insanity’s the cause.
Nothing out there can fix me, as much as you and I wish.
I just wanna know that I was loved before I serve this final dish
Of salad bathed in cyanide, suicide cocktails to go along.
Goody-bye, my love
If you loved me at all.
This is my final fall.
ok, so for the past month or two, i've been walkin around with this goofy grin stuck on my face for no reason. like, i get pissed, i get hurt, i get sad, i get in any situtation and moments later there's that stupid smile plastered all over my face again. and yet look at me now. it's gone. i can't even force myself to smile. and i dunno why. it's as though all the pain and anger that i've been pushing back in misguided hopes that i was just transforming into a happy and good-natured young lady are washing over me in this sea of insult. it's like suddenly the god(s), karma, or something just wants to ******** me up and make me extremely unhappy. and i dunno why. i didn't do anything, no one did anything to me (recently... sorta) and yet here i am. ******** me.
 the_forgotten_thought · Tue Sep 22, 2009 @ 05:59am · 0 Comments |
