don't lie.
no one knows me.
...no one.
i wish someone did.
i wish there was
someone.
anyone.
i wish I (me) had someone.
but,
i don't.
no one wants to know me. no one cares to.
they pretend.
they all do because they don't
know any other way.
they don't know that the only friend i have is plstic.
plastic with not one, but two sharp blades.
they don't know that the only way to comfort me is by
bleeding.
they don't care to.
no one knows that i am un-happy.
they don't know
that the smiles upon my face
aren't real. they don't care to know
things that are unimportant to them.
no one cares.
they don't know that it would make my
world to recieve a hug.
that i would be happy
if
some-one
any-one would take the time
to care.
but,
they don't.
why would they want to know such a thing?
would it really matter?
would it matter to know that?
love.
what is it anyway?
some stupid four letter word
with no meaning at all.
just a word full of hate.
no one knows that i have a dream about
falling in love with a boy.
a boy to comfort me. but, then again
no one at all cares.
and i'm sure if you were to break
no one i mean (i) wouldn't care. a little laughter
never hurt.
no one know's that i like the sound of the rain beating on my window.
or how well thunder and lightning match. or how beautiful au-tu-mn is.
no one cares about the prettist poem. not like me.
or that i love to read, and would like anything more than to cuddle up
with someone and watch the stars. or to chase a boy around the park and act like
little kids
no one cares.
no one knows that i dream of death. that i dream of what this world would be like if i wern't in it. or, the number of people that would show up at my funeral. or about how angry i would be if i saw people out of place (which would be the majority of the people). i'd yell out "you didn't care about me when i was alive! so, why the hell should you care now?"
but nothing matters.
not the changing of the seasons.
not love.
not the tears falling from someones eyes.
not their happiness
not their sadness.
not their pain.
and certianly not their thoughts.
no one,
no one at all
...cares.
...no one.
i wish someone did.
i wish there was
someone.
anyone.
i wish I (me) had someone.
but,
i don't.
no one wants to know me. no one cares to.
they pretend.
they all do because they don't
know any other way.
they don't know that the only friend i have is plstic.
plastic with not one, but two sharp blades.
they don't know that the only way to comfort me is by
bleeding.
they don't care to.
no one knows that i am un-happy.
they don't know
that the smiles upon my face
aren't real. they don't care to know
things that are unimportant to them.
no one cares.
they don't know that it would make my
world to recieve a hug.
that i would be happy
if
some-one
any-one would take the time
to care.
but,
they don't.
why would they want to know such a thing?
would it really matter?
would it matter to know that?
love.
what is it anyway?
some stupid four letter word
with no meaning at all.
just a word full of hate.
no one knows that i have a dream about
falling in love with a boy.
a boy to comfort me. but, then again
no one at all cares.
and i'm sure if you were to break
no one i mean (i) wouldn't care. a little laughter
never hurt.
no one know's that i like the sound of the rain beating on my window.
or how well thunder and lightning match. or how beautiful au-tu-mn is.
no one cares about the prettist poem. not like me.
or that i love to read, and would like anything more than to cuddle up
with someone and watch the stars. or to chase a boy around the park and act like
little kids
no one cares.
no one knows that i dream of death. that i dream of what this world would be like if i wern't in it. or, the number of people that would show up at my funeral. or about how angry i would be if i saw people out of place (which would be the majority of the people). i'd yell out "you didn't care about me when i was alive! so, why the hell should you care now?"
but nothing matters.
not the changing of the seasons.
not love.
not the tears falling from someones eyes.
not their happiness
not their sadness.
not their pain.
and certianly not their thoughts.
no one,
no one at all
...cares.