Apr 21, 2006 09:22
id write but i have nothing to say. im so sick of writing. i want to burn my journal and soak it in the puddle of tears i have cried --but my pillow is the only thing to swallow them up.
a heartbreak isnt only caused by a lover.
broken is the glass i have yet to throw something through, my hand which has yet to strike something harder than flesh, but ive already done these things. it didn't solve my problem. it got rid of it. and i had to go find something new to love, only to throw it again. im sick of throwing things, away. only once have i been satisfied. thats not enough to give up now. im pissed. --a rock and a hard place. how do you get out?
i gotta knuckle down
just be ok with this
'course that star struck girl
is already someone i miss