slow dancing alone in a burning room.
cliche. heard it all before. this sad song of being dumped for the arms of another. the sad feeling of being embarassed for caring. the hopeless feeling of destitute remorse. played. it gets worse and worse. he wasn't even mine and yet i was dumped for some lithe blonde girl. closer to him through her legs or heart i'm not sure. all i know is that whatever these little daggers are. they surely are just too sad to even stab me. angry? what is angry? seeing red. seeing blood ooze from your eyes. how angry can i be? how disappointed can i be. i've cried. just a bit but enough so that my prior self would say o damn.
ridiculous. shes thin, nice eyes, long hair... he calls her beautiful and shes his girlfriend. and i was? i was what?
NOTHING! NOTHING NOTHING NOTHING....
more later.
off to cry to sleep.
i'd like to wrench my fists @ god but thats impossible. how can i hate a creator when its simply my existence which is @ fault.
it is my fault. i could've done something. done more....
"go cry about why don't you," croons john mayer... i sure as fuck will..
ridiculous. shes thin, nice eyes, long hair... he calls her beautiful and shes his girlfriend. and i was? i was what?
NOTHING! NOTHING NOTHING NOTHING....
more later.
off to cry to sleep.
i'd like to wrench my fists @ god but thats impossible. how can i hate a creator when its simply my existence which is @ fault.
it is my fault. i could've done something. done more....
"go cry about why don't you," croons john mayer... i sure as fuck will..