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Dec 21, 2005 22:45

The weight of the world has a stern grip on my heart
and sometimes my sky is a darker shade of blue

The world makes you bury your childhood, but I would give anything to have it back.

You are right, I have changed. But not under my own accord. I have been pushed, shoved, and molded into who I am today.

An infant knows the meaning to life, and with every new stage we go into, we seem to get farther and farther away from that meaning.

I wish I could tell my father what a selfish asshole he is.

I wish I could still cry.

I wish everyone could see who I am and not who I walk out the door as.

I hope you know that I care for you.

I hope I make you proud.

I hope I prove you wrong.

I hope I am better than what anyone expected.

I know I love you.

I know I miss you.

I know you are who I want to spend my days with.

I hope, I wish, I know. Do you?
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