Journal:  -------------------------------------------Mood: Thinking...Don't you think I have a heart
I've been alright, been myself
When everyone else were crying themselves out
I was late
I have done all
The soul-searching heart-wrenching mind-blowing things
And I stood already blossomed, already matured among the people
Who couldn't understand why
Why love, why smile, why see everything beautiful
Amidst all the ugliness
Because really, you choose your own eyes
You choose how everything affects you, how much you allow it
Before the dawns turn disastrous
You go down when you let yourself go
And the lot of them wanted to, seeing it as something
That goes hand in hand with irresistible sin and something
One can wrap up and disguise himself in to seem special
While drowning in the crowd of equally absent minded people
Cause they all leave home
They all whistle out of their heads so they don't have to feel themselves
Don't have to know themselves
Don't have to live with those things that make life hard for them
Though really what is hard for one man is another man's happiness
Or another man's bread
But the problem really being that no one does
What makes him happy, most not being able to do it
Having drained themselves of will
So they cannot really stand the sight of someone
Who rekindled a spark in the ashes
Because they forgot how to do it, and not just stretch their mouth
Into something akinly familiar to a smile
But really forgot how to breathe anything else
But bitterness
...Created 2010-09-23 15:48:38 |
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