if i cut through the redish lines on my arm
if i cut through the redish lines on my arm will the pain subside
and will i even need to hide
the daybreak falls upon fragile eyelids; broken hearts couldnt heal
pluck the strings of my heart that love couldnt steal
the morning light burns the corners of eyes filled with darkness
the light filters; penatrating the fogged window panes...
there is no love, carnal desire and lust are the words to describe
Today i went to bed around 6 am, i listened to the birds and then watched the darkened corners of the room fill with the rising sun's light... i contemplated the reasons i do the meaningless thing i do. Though in each way i analyzed the situations i recently involved myself in i couldnt find how these feelings could continue, they wont subside... i see no reason to let these petty emotions exist, they are futile and have only brought me down. Being depressed is not something i enjoy, so why do i bother thinking that eventually, somehow if i move the right way and say the right words at exactly the right time that it will change anything? I know that it is best to live our lives in question but a few answers every now and then would be pleasent.... but i guess till tomorrow there is nothing that can be done today.
kristen-
<3 is dead
and will i even need to hide
the daybreak falls upon fragile eyelids; broken hearts couldnt heal
pluck the strings of my heart that love couldnt steal
the morning light burns the corners of eyes filled with darkness
the light filters; penatrating the fogged window panes...
there is no love, carnal desire and lust are the words to describe
Today i went to bed around 6 am, i listened to the birds and then watched the darkened corners of the room fill with the rising sun's light... i contemplated the reasons i do the meaningless thing i do. Though in each way i analyzed the situations i recently involved myself in i couldnt find how these feelings could continue, they wont subside... i see no reason to let these petty emotions exist, they are futile and have only brought me down. Being depressed is not something i enjoy, so why do i bother thinking that eventually, somehow if i move the right way and say the right words at exactly the right time that it will change anything? I know that it is best to live our lives in question but a few answers every now and then would be pleasent.... but i guess till tomorrow there is nothing that can be done today.
kristen-
<3 is dead