i sometimes wonder,
why are we still friends?
i am supportive, and helpful,
always have had your best interest at hand.
here i am though, through turmoil,
confusion, sometimes despair.
i really needed that help,
and guess what? you left me there...
why wont you help me?
when i outrightly ask?
you say we're such good friends,
yet you stab me in the back.
i adore you, i do,
but why should i stay?
while you hurt me,
stop me, from fulfilling a life ive dreamed.
You know, I really love writing. This is how I get through bad things, and sometimes when I can feel my happiest. Please read, comment, and hopefully enjoy. Because life is beautiful even if it seems to go by too fast.
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Sunday, March 7, 2010
tears stream down...
as any control leaves.
pain radiates as defeat is met.
few friends are found in the crowds of enemies, masked.
hugs no longer mean love, but pity.
why must their happiness be met, through my tears?
no longer do i want to be here...
misunderstood are we, the crowd.
as deciept is whispered town to town.
as deciept is whispered... town to town...
misunderstood are we. the crowd.
no longer do i want to be here.
why must their happiness, be met through my tears?
hugs no longer mean love, but pity...
few friends are found. in the crowds of enemies masked...
pain radiates as defeat is met.
as any control leaves,
tears stream down.
as any control leaves.
pain radiates as defeat is met.
few friends are found in the crowds of enemies, masked.
hugs no longer mean love, but pity.
why must their happiness be met, through my tears?
no longer do i want to be here...
misunderstood are we, the crowd.
as deciept is whispered town to town.
as deciept is whispered... town to town...
misunderstood are we. the crowd.
no longer do i want to be here.
why must their happiness, be met through my tears?
hugs no longer mean love, but pity...
few friends are found. in the crowds of enemies masked...
pain radiates as defeat is met.
as any control leaves,
tears stream down.
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