The last ending
Whenever Richard Cory went down town,
We people on the pavement looked at him:
He was a gentalman from sole to crown,
Clean favored, and imperially slim.
And he was always quietly arrayed,
And he was always human when he talked;
But still he fluttered pulses when he said,
"Good morning," and he glittered when he walked.
And he was rich-yes, richer then a king-
And admirably schooled in every grace,
In fine we thought that he was everything
To make us wish that we were in his place.
So on we worked, and waited for the light,
And went without the meat, and cursed the bread;
And Richard Cory, one calm summer night,
Went home and put a bullet through his head.
I've decided to put some kinda personal stuff on my L/j today. Why?.. to make a fool of myself, cuz everyone looks bad when the truth is said....
Today was a hard day.
Not a bad day.
Just a difficult one.
I don't remember how to live anymore.
So ill just keep pretending.
My insides are on fire, but look at me,
Im smileing.
Look at me skipp, and dance, and sing.
O boy, how happy i am?
Its all fake.
I am fake.
I cant find truth in me at all............i look, its not there.
I hide under my make-up and black clothes. I smile and pretend to be someone im not.
Why? Who knows?
Maybe cuz im a coward. Who is afaid of herself. Maybe i care to much about everyone...
Ive been to the bottem. Ive been the ugly one, the lonely one, the angry one, the stupid one.
"Life's not so good at the bottem"
Ive been to the top. Ive been the popular one, the pretty one, the happy one, the perfect one.
"Life isn't so good at the top either. "....