“It's getting to the point where I am no fun anymore, I am sorry.
Sometimes it hurts so badly I must cry out loud, ' I am lonely.'
I am yours, you are mine,
you are what you are, you make it hard.”
Just like an Ostrich I wish I could stick my head in the sand, oblivious to the fact that my problems will still be there when I resurface. I want to take care of some one! I want to care more than anyone. I don't want the weight of the world I just want to be apart of it. Of yours. Let me know, that I could possible be that one and I'll set my soul ablaze.
My heart is empty; cracking under all this pressure.
My eyes are hungry; yet foolishly blind.
I want to do what right for me, but I'm lost.
Monday, March 16, 2009
desolate
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