..Sometimes..
I often wonder why I make the choices that I do
Why I let people get the best of me
and why I let them walk all over me so easily
I grew up in a small town
graduated with less then 70 people in my class
Why I chose to be one of the few
to take my life past that
and move to such a big place
I couldn't really tell you
but I do know I am a better person for it
I guess I never realized in living there
how being so nice to everyone else
could still result in their closed mindedness and un excepting
or maybe I was just blind to all of it
I just don't understand how some can feel so little
in hurting someone else so much
does seeing a tear run down someones cheek
who at one point you called a friend
mean so little to you
or. does seeing the scars and blood drip from someones arm
hold so little meaning that you can just walk away
I have always been the kind of person
who finds the simple things in life the best things
like hearing the ring of my phone
just to hear someones voice that sends chills down my spine
or getting a message while i have been away
that makes me smile for hours after reading it
and yet so simply
the silence of that phone not ringing at all
can make me feel completely empty
-the dilemma-
I guess what I am getting at
is I have always told everyone
"fallow your heart"
why is it so hard for me to fallow my own?
Why I let people get the best of me
and why I let them walk all over me so easily
I grew up in a small town
graduated with less then 70 people in my class
Why I chose to be one of the few
to take my life past that
and move to such a big place
I couldn't really tell you
but I do know I am a better person for it
I guess I never realized in living there
how being so nice to everyone else
could still result in their closed mindedness and un excepting
or maybe I was just blind to all of it
I just don't understand how some can feel so little
in hurting someone else so much
does seeing a tear run down someones cheek
who at one point you called a friend
mean so little to you
or. does seeing the scars and blood drip from someones arm
hold so little meaning that you can just walk away
I have always been the kind of person
who finds the simple things in life the best things
like hearing the ring of my phone
just to hear someones voice that sends chills down my spine
or getting a message while i have been away
that makes me smile for hours after reading it
and yet so simply
the silence of that phone not ringing at all
can make me feel completely empty
-the dilemma-
I guess what I am getting at
is I have always told everyone
"fallow your heart"
why is it so hard for me to fallow my own?