Is this Life?
Is this life? Is thins all there is? Is this all that life truely is about? The same routine, day in and day out? Where's the fun, the action, where is the damn happiness?
At night, I sometimes cry myself to sleep. I'm 23 I have no hope of finding the one thing truely utterly wanted.... Someone to love. I look at my self in the mirror, and I can't but imagine breaking it. I don't want to settle. Not on this. But I can't ever see the man of my dreams looking at me, without seeing right through me.
There are times I just want to to take a blade to my face. Some how I don't think I could make it worse than it is right now.
It's funny, that this is my life. I've a family for so long, and fellow students and one time friends are marrying and having families when they really didn't want it, where as I am still living with my mother, going to school, and stuck in a dead end job.
My only comfort is music, and reading. They are window into another place, another time, and another life that I wish was mine.
My hearts aches everyday. Is this it for me? Am I to be just another dreamer, with no hope of ever achieving them?
Am I to be just another hopeless, lonely old woman who has no, but cats for companionship?
Is this truely all there is?
At night, I sometimes cry myself to sleep. I'm 23 I have no hope of finding the one thing truely utterly wanted.... Someone to love. I look at my self in the mirror, and I can't but imagine breaking it. I don't want to settle. Not on this. But I can't ever see the man of my dreams looking at me, without seeing right through me.
There are times I just want to to take a blade to my face. Some how I don't think I could make it worse than it is right now.
It's funny, that this is my life. I've a family for so long, and fellow students and one time friends are marrying and having families when they really didn't want it, where as I am still living with my mother, going to school, and stuck in a dead end job.
My only comfort is music, and reading. They are window into another place, another time, and another life that I wish was mine.
My hearts aches everyday. Is this it for me? Am I to be just another dreamer, with no hope of ever achieving them?
Am I to be just another hopeless, lonely old woman who has no, but cats for companionship?
Is this truely all there is?