Ungrateful FriendshipI won't cryI'll be fineIt's not a lieAnd I keep forcing these linesInto this shattered mind of mineIs this friendship a lie?I cared about your feelings...When did you ever care for mine?When did you ever ask what went through my mind?When were you there when i needed a shoulder to cry!?Never. That's what it seems like...Now that you have hurt this heart of mineNo tear will fall down these cold dry eyes.What kind of friend are you!?Making me want to die...Making me feel like... slithing my wrists, into slices.Making me want no more of this ungrateful life!No pitty from you is desired.It's unwanted. And so am I...So when I'm needed,Whenever your life falls apartI will not be by your side.Not in this life;I will benowhere to be seen.But perhaps I'll be herein the afterlife we will live inIf all this hurt and anguish have left from within me- by then.
He Was...He was unassumingly striking.And he always made me feel magnificent.He was beautifully broken.And he always managed to make me smile.He was wretchedly angryAnd I never ever saw him in a temper.He was sarcastically humourous.And he never tried to outwit me.He was always unhappy.And he was forever happy when I was around.He was my Anakin Skywalker.And he didn't turn to the dark side for me, or for anyone else.But for himself.
Dead WrongDear Boy with the Broken Eyes.Just because they have always said it, things have always been difficult. And they are right. Life has always been difficult. Things will never happen the way you want them to happen. Broken hearts are so much easier to find than mended ones. And dreams? Well, if the world ran on dreams, we'd be building a whole new universe already, just to escape our own jaded one.When I met you, you had already seen the worst of this world. They told you that you were not allowed to love because you couldn't do it the right way. They informed you that you weren't a poet, just a vagabond with tragic fingers on a broken instrument. They explained to you that you couldn't rise above anything because you just weren't special. And that every step of the way, they would be breaking you down, just to watch you fall.Of course, they didn't mention that when you speak, your voice holds a lost song within it. And when you sleep, your guitar is an inch away from yo
Epiphany No. 289If I had known you before my heart had been broken once.I would not have been the girl who you liked enough to say hello to.If I had known you before my heart had been broken twice.I would not have been the girl who understood your beautiful sad eyes.If I had known you before my heart had broken thrice.I would not have been the girl who felt your music in her sore heart.If I had known you before my soul was ripped from me.I would not have been the girl who appreciates you the way I do.If I hadn't been damaged,You would never have wanted to know me.They say the universe works in mysterious ways.And you, you are my mysterious way.