a wasted dream. OIn how it feels on the inside. because they all calm to know what's really inside of someone else, but they only see the outside and pretend it's the inside as well. Do they really know me on the inside? her head fulls up with emotion on how she's going to survive with the longing desire that it is real. and out there ,but it wasn't meant for her. She knows it so deep inside herself,but comes up with an excuse saying it's not real.
a wasted dream on what she wishes. She looks in the window . her reflection looks at her and all she wants to do and tear apart everything it stands for and tear apart herself in theis process. She hopes for a new day where she will let the blood drip from her window and her reflection will show the true side of her pain. THe lack of beauty. THe lack of love. the things she lack will tear away from her every part as she tries to let it show. She hopes that someone is up there watchign her ,but at the same time is still wondering if it's all true. Is He really up there? she hopes so. She wants him to be up there.
another wasted lie. They say everything otuside is truely happy. they love you. you are a true friend. You are so smart and sometimes more stable than anyone they know. Or is that just the outside that they think is the inside. Or the inside where the rest is bottled up and throw in a dark place in the attic of her mind where it hides safe and never to return. Or is it finally. the dust is somehow eating away at the bottle and her feelings for come out without warning and she will keep her mouth shut and hope they will pass. DO they really know the inside? Or are they just pretending they know the inside? because from where she stands all she has to say is bottled up. She hopes she is right. She hopes it's better to lock it up and hopes that everyone will see that she has nothing to say. That she is silent and never will say a word.
another wasted part of her. She knows what would be better ,but seems to side behind such happiness. that only exist in her utter imagaination. She hopes for that one day she can hold out her hand and someone will take it and show her it was meant for her and life was meant to be lived right. She hopes the bothering and nugding of her emotions will go out peacefully and escape her lips without a single doubt in her mind that someone will listen and care ,but until it comes. She will stare at her eflection in a wasted dream and watch it all tear away.
 ACrimsonRevo · Sat Jan 05, 2008 @ 07:43am · 0 Comments |
