I’ll never show my tears, nor cry for you to hear.
I can talk all that I want, but you wont lend me an ear.
I just want for you to listen, to hear what I have to say.
I wont ask for your advice, I just want for you to stay.
But you will never listen, because you always get your way.
So why am I still trying to get you to say my name?
It’s clear that you don’t love me, so my words are said in vain.
Though each word that I whisper is advantage you can gain.
Imma just… take a bunch of pills and… hope this works.
You continue to hurt me, and take away everything I love. My heart is longing for a way out, but I’m afraid. Afraid of what will happen tomorrow. If I actually do it, who will I hurt? Who will be glad? Who will even care? I wonder if it’s even worth it anymore… But no, I can’t. I must live to see tomorrow.
I quit, and I swear I’m never going to drink again. The next day comes and the pain is too much. Afterwards, I’m ashamed to know that I couldn’t even keep a promise to myself. I try again and again. I always fail. I admit it, I’ll never be able to stop. Today, tomorrow and till the day I die. I shall remain as I am.
I hate this world we live in. Where the stupid people are praised, and the ones with meaning are ridiculed. We are all diamonds in the rough. They will never see how brightly we shine in the light. Our thoughts have more meaning than anything they can speak and our lives are of much more importance. So why are we the outsiders? Is it because we’re different? Because we see the world differently? Either society is blind, or it needs to open its eyes.
We were once a happy family, tied together by the bonds of love. Then came the lies, the betrayal, the pain… It shouldn’t have happened this way. When things were right I took it all for granted. Now everything has fallen apart and everyone is gone. As the last child, I am left alone, to clean up your mistakes, and uphold the name of the family I grew to love.
Perhaps it is wrong to hate, after all, anger is unhealthy.
But sometimes I wonder how different my life would be if you never existed.
The things you say and do, they really hurt me, and although I may not show it, I’m terrified of you.
Why do you continue to hurt me?
Does it really satisfy you that much to see my soul shattered on the ground?
This feeling is simply awful, I’m afraid and I know it, but I lie and convince myself that I’m alright.
Channeling my fear into anger, I’ve developed this hatred towards you.
You’re pitiful.
I no longer see […]
Everywhere I look I see these strange faces, and I wonder who they are. What do they see in the world? What is their purpose in life? It’s really none of my business, but I want to know. Am I the only one who is tired of living in this world? I’m sick of routine and seeing the same faces everyday, even though I can’t recognize any of them. I don’t want to live. Not here, not now. However, I still want to see tomorrow…Maikaze