December 17, 2008Have you ever...Felt like you don't belong? When I was younger I was overweight and not at all easy on the eye. I was depressing, just a simple surface of nothing. I had friends. But none I really could tell anything.
Then..I found music. Starting writing. Opened up to anyone, everyone. Lost a LOT of weight.
Now.. I am who I want to be. Even if I am still insecure.
The reason for this; be happy, I love you :]
Posted on 12/17/2008 3:45 AM Comments (2)
Sheee's Back..My First Piece Of Work In Six Months.
Oh your screaming.
Everyone’s screaming Asking for the attention But can you see me?. Words are stuck at the back of my throat Razor blades and the tongue ties of “I love you’s” I’m sick of this wanting Always wanting more I walking across this crowded room with only your eyes to guide I’m waiting But its taking to long. Worlds are taking a breathe as I find who I want to be Searching for something more ‘Coz I’m never gunna be happy with normal. Drama is causing a shallowness in my breathing He told me seasons change, but I never will That was until I left him in the dust of a happy ending. Clouds cry tears of rain I can’t see any signs of me slowing down I’ll never be happy I’ll never be happy until I’m with you You left me with less than a moment I spent the whole of my mind on making this come true But never is ever going to be what I want Don’t forget to take my breath Related Groups:
Lyrical Lies, Word Play
Posted on 12/17/2008 2:28 AM Comments (0)
December 14, 2008My Most Proud Piece Of Work...{This Was A Dream I Once Had}He is my drug. I’m highly addicted and keep coming back for more. In the end. I’ll be totally dependant on him. I can’t stop taking every close moment or extra feeling. Wishing for more.I’m shaking inside waiting for my next fix. She knows me to well. Stopping everything from letting me do it again. I love him but again what is love.? I can’t stop this, it’s to far out of my control now. Everything has a consequence, and I have to much to lose. Looking into his eyes. I’ve never been so alive. But inside I’m dead anyway. Running my hands through my hair, I took a deep breath and woke up from my peaceful slumber. I have to forget him. Grabbing the daily essentials and taking a shower. Nothing could clear matters up. I filled my days with mindless banter and things I couldn’t live without. Trying to forget everything that wasn’t them. Turning on the speakers I could hear the first few beats of a song. “Lets follow through with this reckless dream that is tearing me up inside” I sang along. I hate how songs fit me so well. It’s like they are secretly taunting me. Telling me what to do. I just don’t want to listen. I’m afraid. Thinking back to my dream, I smiled with relief it was so much easier then. I could re-call each moment, as if it really happened. I was sitting on my own, as usual ever since she left me. Sipping whatever drink that was in this cup. I stared into the space in front of me. Waiting for someone to notice me. Well a certain someone. It wasn’t as if I knew no one. I just didn’t want anyone to talk to, I came here for them, because I was some sort of friend. That’s it. just a friend nothing more, nothing less. I got sick of being ignored I got up and left, with all these words written across the wall. How did they not know, it was obvious from the start. Then it ended. It was like I was waiting for something more. Like that would ever happen. I walked out the door, taking everything I needed. It was just another day, well not really I was going to a party with them. Dressed up, I might as well not of bothered. It’s hard to try when there’s nothing to start with. It gets me down. I try to not think about it to much. We met. Made awkward conversation, well on my part. He’ll never know any different. I tried so hard to cover up everything with the smiles and mistakes of tomorrow. I got drunk. Forgot everything that wasn’t him. I was quiet. Stuck in my thoughts. I was asked. I was asked again I exploded. Causing everything in my mind to come out my mouth. He knew. Now he knows he is my everything. I wanted it to end like it does in my favourite stories, him running up to her pushing her to stop and engulfing her in a soft kiss. But I’m never going to be right. Everything is wrong. I’ve lost it all. Everything I was afraid of has happened. But I’ve never felt better at least I know he knows now. No excuses.
Dreams only last for the night. Related Groups:
Word Play
Posted on 12/14/2008 2:39 PM Comments (1)
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