Oct 11, 2005 20:59
I have time. I have pain. I guess I should use them both.
I hurt someone. I hate myself for it. But it is so me. IT's what I do. It's what I did. I wish it were some sort of misunderstanding, but it's not. I almost said things. I almost did things. But I got close enough to doing and saying that someone felt and heard all that I never did and said. Wow. Kinda sums it up huh? This is kind of a pattern for me. I like to walk the line. I guess it's because I have never found anything like falling in love. I could fall in love again and again and again and never get tired of getting hurt, and lifted up, and thrown down and walked all over. Then of course there are the people who I hurt. I wish there weren't so many. I think of my pain, and how insignifigant it is in comparison with that that I have caused to others. I have only been broken once. At least by another. It was a whopper indeed. If it weren't for a certain band and a certain angel I might not have made it through wish so few scars. But I have broken many a pretty butterfly. Hell, I even put someone in therapy. "IF you have any answers, I'll be in therapy." Those were the last words I heard that butterfly speak. I'm sure she's fine now. But I guess I made quite an impression. I realize Im not all that. I realize that I have't killed anyone or cause that. But I always wanted to be the guy that everyone could count on. The guy you called when you needed help. The guy you felt safe with.
I don't think I'm very safe.
I'm sorry.