Oct 25, 2005 17:23
I hold out for something I think is good
then I get kicked in the face
That's life, they tell me
It's not just about the race
Move on, they tell me
But with each step fear grows inside me
Feeling the pain, of hurt and sorrow
Makes me not want to live to see tomorrow.
Lately I've been tricking myself into thinking the world is better than it really is...I'll probably get over this later. I'm just getting fed up. The emptiness is turning into nothing-ness and as I live out each day I feel more dead than the previous day. I dont know why, or how I keep living, maybe it's just that hope for something better in life. Moving on maybe the answer but nothing replaces the hurt in the memories that lay in my subconcious mind. I'm going to revert to my hermit self, it's just gonna be work, concerts, comp games, and more work...
**My Hopes Always Exceed True Reality**