"When it comes down to it, I let them think what they want. If they care enough to bother with what I do, then I'm already better than them." –Marilyn Monroe
December 22, 2010
No Point
So I find it sad when someone who is supposed to know you like the most barely knows who you are. They think "oh she's my ....... I know who she is, I could never not know." Well you know what, you don't know me, you don't know anything about me. You never have cared enough to get to know me or to stay in touch with me. You still don 't care about me and I really don't think you ever will. When i need something I don't come to you because i know you will not help me out one bit. So please, just do me one thing and stop pretending like you care and leave me alone. kthanks.
December 15, 2010
Every Rose Has It's Thorn
We both lie silently still in the dead of the night,
Although we both lie close together,
We feel miles apart inside,
Was it something I said or something I did,
Did my words not come out right,
Though I tried not to hurt you,
Yeah I tried,
But I guess that's why they say,
Every rose has it's thorn
Just like every night has it's dawn
Just like every cowboy sings his sad, sad song
Every rose has it's thorn.
I listen to our favorite song playing on the radio
Hear the DJ say loves a game of easy come and easy go
But I wonder, does he know
Has he ever felt like this
And I know that you'd be here right now
If I, I could let you know somehow
Every rose has it's thorn
Just like every night has it's dawn
Just like every cowboy sings his sad, sad song
Every rose has it's thorn
Though it's been a while now
I can still feel so much pain
Like a knife that cuts you the wound heals
But that scar, that scar remains.
Although we both lie close together,
We feel miles apart inside,
Was it something I said or something I did,
Did my words not come out right,
Though I tried not to hurt you,
Yeah I tried,
But I guess that's why they say,
Every rose has it's thorn
Just like every night has it's dawn
Just like every cowboy sings his sad, sad song
Every rose has it's thorn.
I listen to our favorite song playing on the radio
Hear the DJ say loves a game of easy come and easy go
But I wonder, does he know
Has he ever felt like this
And I know that you'd be here right now
If I, I could let you know somehow
Every rose has it's thorn
Just like every night has it's dawn
Just like every cowboy sings his sad, sad song
Every rose has it's thorn
Though it's been a while now
I can still feel so much pain
Like a knife that cuts you the wound heals
But that scar, that scar remains.
December 13, 2010
Life or My Life?
it's kind of hard to find a happy place when every night i sit in one place, my room. what do i do in here. nothing but think, think about what it would be life if i wasn't here. what people would really think of me. i think about everything. i swear that i'm a two faced person. i act one way to 'protect' me when i think it actually hurts me. and when i try to be happy i don't know what to think of other than the fact that i have some friends, and i guess family. i don't even know if i really am happy at school with friends or if it's pretend. i'm so used to fake smiles or whatever. now i do know i have times when i am happy but then it doesn't last long. i just don't know who i am anymore. more and more things keep getting worse and all i hear is 'it will get better' that might be true but i'm tired of hearing it. all i want to do is cry, cry until i don't have anymore tears to cry.
December 5, 2010
December 2, 2010
Don't Leave Me
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