|Journal: Do you care? |
-------------------------------------------Mood: Who am I again?
To anyone who cares:
I am tired.
I am tired.
I am very very oh so very tired.
My will to live wavers.
As one had once said:
"I do not need a reason to commit suicide, I need a reason to live."
Do not fear, suicide has crossed my thoughts, but they are merely thoughts.
Life is cruel and does not think to pity me.
She throws me into the light for a moment and allows me to breath, allows me to smile and laugh, that being when I write.
Then she grabs hold of me and plunges me back down into the dark water.
I have lost this war.
I am sure that you are all rebelling against me in your own little way.
"Nothing, nothing. You shall soon see for yourself. Through the lips of a goblin and the eyes of a faerie."
I once could dance, I once was the very idol of admiration, but someone took me from my pedestal and threw me to the ground.
I lay cracked and worn, waiting for someone to come caress my cheeks and find some sort of unhidden treasure in me.
A hopeless dream, but a dream nonetheless.
He caresses me thoughtlessly, our hands entwined so gently. I live, I die.
Our separation is a momentary death.
Happiness, my dear, where have you gone now? If anyone finds him, please return him to me. I miss his grin quite a lot.
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