when you think you've lost it all and the words are harder than the fall, that's when you find yourself and you realize you've gotta do what's best for you.
when you look with your eyes everything seems nice but if you look twice you can see it's all lies
She wont tell you about her problems, because she's too scared to face them herself
Someday I'll wish upon a star, and wake up where the clouds are far behind me. Where troubles melt like lemon drops; away above the chimney tops, that's where you'll find me. Somewhere over the rainbow, bluebirds fly. Birds fly over the rainbow, so why can't I?
All I want is one person. One person to hold me down and force me to say how I really feel.
It was like she was only there when it was convenient for him; like she was the gas station no one ever visited unless their tank was coming up empty. Yeah, there were days when she hated him and there were days when she was head over heels, too. But none of those days mattered, because she could never have him no matter how hard she fell.
Although you can't see it in her, she wants to break down and cry.
She's only 15. A young women to the world bu still a little girl at heart. she's stuck in the middle, trying to act her age and have fun at the same time. She's trying to achieve her goals, but not get to stressed. She's trying to fall in love while trying to be independent at the same time. Learning to fly out into the world on her own whil deep down inside she just wants her daddy's arms wrapped around her. She's trying to smile through it all, even through the pain. She's seen her friends and family get hurt and she's even seen some of them die, but she keeps going. She can't waint to grow up, but in a way, she's already there. She's only 15. So young, but not.
I wanted to write about people who were depressed, but not depressed for any kind of specific cataclysmic reason. I mean the high-school kid is kind of abstractly depressed, which I think is what a lot of people feel like. It's not like they have anything bad about their lives, and if you were to ask them if they were depressed, they'd probably say no.
Nah, I'm not going to answer your question, cause you guys have already made up your minds, I'm an expert in rejection and I can see it on your faces. And it's too bad that you judge us by the way we look, and not by who we are. Just because you want us to be more like them when the truth is we are not like them. and I am damn proud of that fact.
I'm not really a fan of feeling anything. That's just not who I am.
At least three weeks of bottled up tears came pouring out last night. My head pounded and my eyes hurt, it wasn't like I needed to cry for 3 weeks; I have actually been happy for a while., but everything was just built up too high and caused me to crash again, just when I was starting to do so good.
It's like when you've been listening to music for hours, and suddenly the playlist ends; That crushing absense of sound the deafening silence. and you start ot hear things you missed before. The rain on your window, the TV in the next room, anad it makes you wonder; what else could you hear if you listened beyond the song you were playing
To her classmated she's a quiet girl with a huge smile. To her friends, she's a funny and outgoing girl who always makes them laugh. To her best friends she's a dreamer girl, head over heels with a guy that doesn't know. To the guy that loves her, she's the amazing girl who makes him believe in perfect. And to her, she's the one girl who will never know.
You're right. I've never had a bad break up. I've never had my heart broken into a million pieces. I have no right to put up these walls, right? But I have see my friends cry for months over boys who they gave their hearts to. I've seen boys promise "forever" only to watch forever end a few months later, when they find someone better to sleep with. I've stayed up countless mights, not by choice, but because my parents were fighting so loud I couldn't fall asleep. I've been the shoulder to cry on. I've seen the strongest people in the world become weak for love. And I refuse to be that girl. I will never fall in love.
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