Post by crimsoncadavers [amanda] on Aug 5, 2005 11:53:43 GMT -5
blush, in the color of decay.. HA
i was not supposed to end up like this, alone... in the dark
...i just wish everything would end somehow
and I don't understand why I can't be happy until it does.
I just think something is missing
...sigh
maybe I am not trying hard enough to find it
maybe i don't want to find it
maybe i just want to sit back, and watch my life burn to cinders in front of my very own eyes.
or maybe i am waiting for something to bloom
a flower perhaps?
i wish something would burst open and scream..
..you have something to live for
I have yet to find that something.
maybe there is nothing there, maybe i just wait for nothing.
sometimes i think i am a mistake.. a glitch in gods plan for a perfect world...
a freak of nature ment for the depths of the ocean.
it makes me laugh
I have experienced everything in my sixteen years that i need to
and I can't see anything more than that when i think of my future.
...how depressing
it's as if i am not ment to see anything at all... what a concept.
one that I will never be able to get my hands on.
it will always slip through my weak clutch of desperation.
..and i am desperate enough to try to reach for it.
...everytime
someone once told me i was destined for greatness...
i feel as if i was destined for one great big mess.
I wonder what people see when they look at me..
do they see what i see everytime i look into a glass reflection?
do they see a failure? a fake? a plague? an invalid mind?
or am i just another face?
I cut myself last night..
for the first time in soo fucking long, I cut myself.
and the razor wasn't even that sharp. but i tried.
Im glad it wasn't that sharp.. I might have tried something.
How am I still alive?
it makes no fucking sense to me.
i was not supposed to end up like this, alone... in the dark
...i just wish everything would end somehow
and I don't understand why I can't be happy until it does.
I just think something is missing
...sigh
maybe I am not trying hard enough to find it
maybe i don't want to find it
maybe i just want to sit back, and watch my life burn to cinders in front of my very own eyes.
or maybe i am waiting for something to bloom
a flower perhaps?
i wish something would burst open and scream..
..you have something to live for
I have yet to find that something.
maybe there is nothing there, maybe i just wait for nothing.
sometimes i think i am a mistake.. a glitch in gods plan for a perfect world...
a freak of nature ment for the depths of the ocean.
it makes me laugh
I have experienced everything in my sixteen years that i need to
and I can't see anything more than that when i think of my future.
...how depressing
it's as if i am not ment to see anything at all... what a concept.
one that I will never be able to get my hands on.
it will always slip through my weak clutch of desperation.
..and i am desperate enough to try to reach for it.
...everytime
someone once told me i was destined for greatness...
i feel as if i was destined for one great big mess.
I wonder what people see when they look at me..
do they see what i see everytime i look into a glass reflection?
do they see a failure? a fake? a plague? an invalid mind?
or am i just another face?
I cut myself last night..
for the first time in soo fucking long, I cut myself.
and the razor wasn't even that sharp. but i tried.
Im glad it wasn't that sharp.. I might have tried something.
How am I still alive?
it makes no fucking sense to me.