And You Cry, You Cry.
Have some composure--where is your posture?
Oh no no.
You're pulling the trigger, pulling the trigger,
All wrong.
Okay, so.
I think my heart just broke into about a million little pieces. I don't even know what to say anymore. I think I've said before that when my friends cry, I cry, and this is no different, but yet...it is.
I'm crying for one of my dearest, closest friends right now because she's hurting and I can't fix it. I'm crying because I wish I could fix it, I'm crying because she doesn't deserve this.
If there is a god out there, fix this for her. Save her life. Keep her from breaking, please. Because I can't. I can't.
And it hurts. It hurts a lot. It hurts because I can't be there. It hurts because I can't just pick up the phone and call. It hurts because I can't run a few blocks and take her in my arms and tell her its going to be okay. It hurts because I want to be there and I can't.
Well I'm fretting about her and I just mention offhand to another friend that I"m worried and everything sort of snowballed.
I've never really been one to talk about who I like, what I like....I dunno, you can't help who you love, mutually or lustfully. I figured it didn't really matter. Straight, gay, bi, maybe I want to be a boy when I grow up, whatever. ...But I like my womanness. *gets off that topic* I've just been made fully aware who's going to read this. But this is for me and my feelings and I just don't give a shit anymore.
My heart broke a little bit because I feel terribly for my best friend's pain. My heart broke because I don't know what to say. My heart broke because I can't tell her anything.
My heart broke because I'm just a little jealous.
Just a little green.
Just on the surface, enough mold to repel you from the whole bread.
Well my tears are dry now and I think I'll try to get back to my Ryden fanfic. If anyone who reads it sees this and its not posted on scheduled time tomorrow, I'm sorry.
You're goign to die in somebody else's arms. And I have to live with that.
Hey Miss Murder, can I make you this day if I take my life?
You leave me out on the curb just like everyone else before you.
Welcome to my world.
Where everyone I ever need.
Always ends up leaving me alone.
And I'm drowning in the ashes.
Kicking. Screaming.
Please leave your overcoats, canes, and tophats with the doorman.
Demi,
With lots of love to all the bands i stole lyrics from cause i'm lame.