Description: i've been going through some stuff these days. but i really can't complain about my life. Atleast i'm not dieing or whatever.. but i still kinda hate the life i live. should i really blame it on parents who always shut me away from the people that have helped me more than they have everblablabla?
so this poem is about my emotions..
how friends tend to say "i'll be there when you call" "best friends for ever"
but when you need to talk to some one.. she wont be there...
or how the boy who constantly flirts with you says you can trust him.. and when you need to talk to him or need some one to talk to..just call him.... but i don't want to open myself up to him.. everytime i do open myself.. i get hurt..
and when i don't open myself.. the boy keeps on trying..and gives up cus he says i'm just too hard to get or...idk.. i already forget what those boys said to me...
so all i do is write whatever words pop into my mind....
cry with no angel -------------------------------------------
the wings melt upon me
while the words are dericted against me
who will come and save me
from the things that have hurt me
After all no one else is worth living for
They werent there after all
when i fell down deeper
than the floor
underneath it all
stuck inside this hall
no window. no door.
cry at the wall.
cry with your angel.
grab the tears in this heart
you were never this star
i'll live a fake life
with a truth hiding behind lies
the feathers melt from the sky
while i'm to blame for every life
no one will come to save me
from the things that have injured me
after all i'm worth nothing
underneath it all
its a thing called living
stuck inside these halls
cry at the wall
cry with no angel
What is it that makes girls and women, in particular, hate themselves so much and blame themselves for everything? I wish that I could blow some kind of fairy-dust on all teenage girls that would empower them to love themselves and think of themselves as worthy and WORTHWHILE and important and wonderful and full of potential instead of thinking that they are nothing.
I wish I could travel back in time and blow that same dust on myself somewhere around the age of 12...
Freaking straight. My best friend of ALMOST 11 years did this to me the WHOLE relationship then when I took it all like a [censored] she just left me at the time when I needed her most. It was pathetic how I let her walk all over me. Now I'm standing here wondering what I am doing.
*sighs* A write I can relate too. It evoked emotions withint me.