shebreathes's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- jokes on the tip of my tongue i need this all to just go aaway, it doesn't work, it hurts. i feel so hopeless. fucking disease. i don't even believe in it but it's got me. jokes on the tip of my tongue but not a soul to tell them to. getting angry but feeling empty. i'm feeling empty. i want to make something beautiful. i want the good pure moments that i had. i want them back. it's good that i'm so strong. yeah, it takes strength to be this weak. it takes strength to hold on through it. it takes strength to be special, to be ugly, to not be the one. i could have been the one. and if you get lonely in there all by yourself, you could still come to me. and i would be angry and i would be hurt, but i'd keep that good and quiet enough. if you needed me to just sit there, i'd just sit there. a year, a year, a year. i'm scared. i'm feeling a little hopeless. i keep hoping that chance will bring us together. take the edge off this emptiness. pretend that everything i said made sense, lined up right. you know, if i'm so special, where are you? it's so hot these days and the rain comes and it leaves. i just breathe in the smog and i wait for you. i'm just sitting here, by the water, waiting for you. 1:19 am - August 11, 2004 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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