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?