You are my darkness in a world of hurtful light
You are my music of the night in a day full of mute.
I need you to be here with me
You own my heart, and my soul
Forever yours, beyond the day I die
Sure...
I may fight with you like the stubborn daughter
I will test your patience
I am going to disappoint you
But...
I promise, I will work hard
I will make it worth your while
I will make you oh so proud of me
Because I love you
I don't think I could ever say that enough...
The words flow so freely from my soft lips
You make me feel warm in the middle of a blizzard
You are my avalanche, coming you grab me at any moment- taking me away forever.
But right now, at this very moment, I miss you.
See you soon, though. That, I promise.
Go ahead.
Take everything.
I dont need anything anymore. I've been living empty for so long, it won't make a difference.
You stole my heart.
You stole my time.
You stole my thoughts, my feelings, my soul, my dignity, my pride, my common sense, my wit, my self control, my wisdom, my friends, my laughter.
I can't take this.
I am dying.
I lost a friend, and a brother.
But not hope.
Something inside of me still wishes you'll wake up. Wake up and realize that I am actually good for you.
It's sick...
the way I can't forget about you.
How many tears ive wasted over you.
How many times ive defended you, tried to make you feel better. Tried to make you laugh.
But you gave me nothing in return.
Thanks for lying to me.
Thank you for pretending to care.
I am sick and tired of having to deal with this.
Sick and tired of having to deal with you...
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry for trying to care.
Sorry for trying to talk to you, to show you that I am still here for you.
But I am dying without you.
COMMENTS
Very well written, though I hope you can escape the pain and emptiness you must be feeling.
I understand the feelings that inspire your writings. Well done!!
Day:
She wakes up, a new message waiting. It makes her smile instantly as she puts her face on for another day. She's beautiful... her hair falls effortlessly in a perfect style. Her face is smooth, her eyes bright.
But she does it effortlessly, smiling easily.
Everything is perfect. Perfect friends, perfect boyfriends, perfect parents.
No worries, no problems. Just happiness. Everyone comes to her for help, and she gives excellent advice. She is never wrong, she never falters. Messing up just isn't an option.
Night:
That same girl is still just as beautiful, even when she's crying.
She hides. There is so much pain behind her mask, she is surprised it doesn't show through to consume her whole in a sea of hurt and loneliness.
She lost everything. The cuts on her arms are the only thing she has that are hers. And she doesn't even remember doing it.
Blood. That is all her memory holds.
It used to be filled with joy... to remember what it felt like to still be innocent, to still feel like she mattered to anyone.
To feel like someone cared about her, even a little bit.
But now she is forced to hide everything behind waterproof eye makeup and long sleeves.
She was so strong. She just wanted to help them. But how can she help anyone when she needs so much of it herself?
But she never got it.
She needs an out- someone to make her feel like she is actually worth something.
her feelings are as different as night and day.
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