Saying I'm happy when I'm not...
I am exhausted.
No really. I am.
I am tired of minimun wage.
I am tired living paycheck to paycheck.
I am tired of going no where- but still having to go at all.
I am fed up with men.
ALways wanting- but never giving.
Making it all too easy to break their little hearts,
and hard to plot revenge.
Yes, I believe in revenge.
I am a vigilante of the heart, you could say.
I'm over wishing for things that won't ever happen.
I am over trying for anything.
I have been defeated.
And after all that has been said and done,
the only thing I desire is to be left alone.
He did not die for me- no.
He might have sacrificed himself for your sins,
but not mine.
I am responsible for that.
Nor did he create me,
and he certainly won't save me.
I won't strive for redemption.
I don't worry about judgment day.
And yes, I am entirely positive that he does not love me,
or even knows I exist.
The world.
I would like so much to hold it in my hand.
I'd like so much to covet at the expense of my sanity.
In india, I would like to relish in their sun-kissed skin.
And in Morrocco, I should like to sleep in.
In Turkey, I will breathe through my nose.
In England, I will finally be able to smile.
The world.
I would hope to see every inch.
And before I am done, I should hope to go home.
Where ever that might be.
There was a degree of madness in her eyes,
UNadulterated anarchy in her hair.
Absurdity eachoes within her laugh
and he swore she was divine.
No really. I am.
I am tired of minimun wage.
I am tired living paycheck to paycheck.
I am tired of going no where- but still having to go at all.
I am fed up with men.
ALways wanting- but never giving.
Making it all too easy to break their little hearts,
and hard to plot revenge.
Yes, I believe in revenge.
I am a vigilante of the heart, you could say.
I'm over wishing for things that won't ever happen.
I am over trying for anything.
I have been defeated.
And after all that has been said and done,
the only thing I desire is to be left alone.
He did not die for me- no.
He might have sacrificed himself for your sins,
but not mine.
I am responsible for that.
Nor did he create me,
and he certainly won't save me.
I won't strive for redemption.
I don't worry about judgment day.
And yes, I am entirely positive that he does not love me,
or even knows I exist.
The world.
I would like so much to hold it in my hand.
I'd like so much to covet at the expense of my sanity.
In india, I would like to relish in their sun-kissed skin.
And in Morrocco, I should like to sleep in.
In Turkey, I will breathe through my nose.
In England, I will finally be able to smile.
The world.
I would hope to see every inch.
And before I am done, I should hope to go home.
Where ever that might be.
There was a degree of madness in her eyes,
UNadulterated anarchy in her hair.
Absurdity eachoes within her laugh
and he swore she was divine.