*yawn*
Okay...it's about...7:42 in the morning, and I'm as tired as a fucking mofo. I went to bed at 12:30 last night and I got up at 7:10 this morning. So now I'm fucking tired. I didn't do my homework. =X But I don't really give a shit. Michelle should be calling soon so we can walk to school...and I still need to get changed. Lmao. I don't care about that either. I'm just sitting here...typing...being tired...and rambling on about nothing. I'm just bored so I'm doing everything fucking possible to not be bored. Well, I might as well show you a poem I wrote to pass the time. Hope you like it...
Cruel World
this world is cruel and full of hate
this world i dont appreciate
everyone in this world looks down on me
people with warped faces is all i see
i look at this world through my blurry eyes
this isnt a world i recognize
these people dont care if i cry
they dont care if i die
sometimes i try to hold on
but a lot of the time, i cant be strong
i sit in my room and i stare at the wall
will anyone be there to catch me if i fall?
the wall is the same, as it always is
nothing good can come of this
i sit in the dark, and think of my past
could this day im alive be my last?
its black, and its cold
im no longer bold
i cant stay this way
i cant live another day
everyone hates me, everyone dispises me
everyone hates me when i just try to be me
i try to be myself
i dont try to be anyone else
i sit in my corner, and i cry and i cry
i cant find a shoulder to cry on, as hard as i try
lost, broken, confused
this is just another day used
for hate, pain, dying, and dispair
this is a life i cannot bare
i need to chase away my troubles and worries
but i always end up with the same old stories
i talk about how i tried
and how hard that night i had cried
when i sit in my bed, and curl up in a ball
those are just lonely nights staring at the wall
but this is real
this is how i feel
but tonight will be the night
i wont have to fight
my feelings and what i have to do
and i have all of this to blame on you
i took my knife, and i raised it high
i cant do this no matter how hard i try
but this is going to be for my own good
i should do this, i know i should
i twist it into my chest, and i bleed and i bleed
i have finally done this pain-relieving deed
so now i am bleeding onto my bed
theres nothing more to be done, nothing more
to be said
i just sit there, and stare at the wall one last time
there are now no thoughts running through my mind
my heart is beating very slow
now i know where i will go
i take one last final breath, and i close my eyes
now i wont have to hear anymore lies
no more broken hearts, no more hard times
this life of mine is going to be fine
now that im going somewhere new
somewhere that i know is true
where people will finally care about me
a brighter place is what i see
my body goes cold, and i die sitting on my bed
no one knows how much i have bled
im as still as a statue, and i fall down
ive now found my happy place, and its on the ground
I'll edit it later but...comments or thoughts, anyone? Eeeeek! Michelle's here, so I have to like...leave. I'll be back on later. o0 Peace.
Cruel World
this world is cruel and full of hate
this world i dont appreciate
everyone in this world looks down on me
people with warped faces is all i see
i look at this world through my blurry eyes
this isnt a world i recognize
these people dont care if i cry
they dont care if i die
sometimes i try to hold on
but a lot of the time, i cant be strong
i sit in my room and i stare at the wall
will anyone be there to catch me if i fall?
the wall is the same, as it always is
nothing good can come of this
i sit in the dark, and think of my past
could this day im alive be my last?
its black, and its cold
im no longer bold
i cant stay this way
i cant live another day
everyone hates me, everyone dispises me
everyone hates me when i just try to be me
i try to be myself
i dont try to be anyone else
i sit in my corner, and i cry and i cry
i cant find a shoulder to cry on, as hard as i try
lost, broken, confused
this is just another day used
for hate, pain, dying, and dispair
this is a life i cannot bare
i need to chase away my troubles and worries
but i always end up with the same old stories
i talk about how i tried
and how hard that night i had cried
when i sit in my bed, and curl up in a ball
those are just lonely nights staring at the wall
but this is real
this is how i feel
but tonight will be the night
i wont have to fight
my feelings and what i have to do
and i have all of this to blame on you
i took my knife, and i raised it high
i cant do this no matter how hard i try
but this is going to be for my own good
i should do this, i know i should
i twist it into my chest, and i bleed and i bleed
i have finally done this pain-relieving deed
so now i am bleeding onto my bed
theres nothing more to be done, nothing more
to be said
i just sit there, and stare at the wall one last time
there are now no thoughts running through my mind
my heart is beating very slow
now i know where i will go
i take one last final breath, and i close my eyes
now i wont have to hear anymore lies
no more broken hearts, no more hard times
this life of mine is going to be fine
now that im going somewhere new
somewhere that i know is true
where people will finally care about me
a brighter place is what i see
my body goes cold, and i die sitting on my bed
no one knows how much i have bled
im as still as a statue, and i fall down
ive now found my happy place, and its on the ground
I'll edit it later but...comments or thoughts, anyone? Eeeeek! Michelle's here, so I have to like...leave. I'll be back on later. o0 Peace.