She still carries the trauma, of experiences past, embedded deep into her mind. It happened when she was a child, and she still carries the memories around.
Memories of fear, pain, of utter betrayal. She wishes they could be erased. Oh, how she wishes. She thought the people she loved the most would keep her safe.
Innocent and carefree, not yet contaminated by society. But they forced her into maturity; into understanding something she surely couldn't. She tried, and now she bears the scars, too deep to heal. Thrown into the whirlpool of memories, standing out like happiness in a hospital. Resurfacing to taunt her, to remind her of the pain, the humiliation, the tears. She thought she trusted them. She was wrong. Loving and trusting, as only a child can be, she gave them her heart. They ripped it to shreds, utterly betraying her. Leaving her a mess, living in fear. A constant reminder of her differences.
Fuck them.
Monday, June 29, 2009
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Disappointment.
Im sick of it. So fucking sick of it. When people tell me that I'm not good enough, that if I don't try, I won't succeed. Well, guess what? I've never wanted to succeed. Not in the ways you hoped. I know I've let people down, I don't need a constant reminder every day. Those phrases that are so commonly spoken, you don't know what they do to me. Because, I've never wanted to impress you. My purpose in life was never to make you happy, make you proud. I don't give a fuck what you think.
I care about what I think. And if I'm happy, I'm happy. You don't fit into this equation anywhere.
I need to push you away to find myself.
I'm sorry.
Im sick of it. So fucking sick of it. When people tell me that I'm not good enough, that if I don't try, I won't succeed. Well, guess what? I've never wanted to succeed. Not in the ways you hoped. I know I've let people down, I don't need a constant reminder every day. Those phrases that are so commonly spoken, you don't know what they do to me. Because, I've never wanted to impress you. My purpose in life was never to make you happy, make you proud. I don't give a fuck what you think.
I care about what I think. And if I'm happy, I'm happy. You don't fit into this equation anywhere.
I need to push you away to find myself.
I'm sorry.
Friday, June 19, 2009
My life is going nowhere,
Sitting here, doing nothing about it,
Time is slipping through my fingers,
I do nothing to change,
Thinking about things that will never happen,
Conjuring up impossible dreams,
That exist only within my head,
That will never happen,
No matter how hard I try,
Nothing ever comes out of the good things,
They morph into dark shadows,
Things that I used to enjoy,
Now I'm turning distant,
Pushing people away,
Thinking of smoky darkness,
My life has become materialistic,
The simplest things make me happy,
The simplest things make me sad,
Trying to put up the happy facade,
Fitting the stereotype,
Trying to be individual,
While everybody is,
Now we're just clones,
Trying desperately to stand out,
In this cruel world that we like to call home,
Where home is supposed to be a happy place,
Now look where it's gotten us,
How could anybody love me,
I'm out of my fucking mind,
My thoughts are scattered,
Soon everybody will leave me,
There always has to be darkness,
I cannot shake this cloud,
I can struggle, I can fight,
But still I am trapped,
Held captive by my own mind.
Sitting here, doing nothing about it,
Time is slipping through my fingers,
I do nothing to change,
Thinking about things that will never happen,
Conjuring up impossible dreams,
That exist only within my head,
That will never happen,
No matter how hard I try,
Nothing ever comes out of the good things,
They morph into dark shadows,
Things that I used to enjoy,
Now I'm turning distant,
Pushing people away,
Thinking of smoky darkness,
My life has become materialistic,
The simplest things make me happy,
The simplest things make me sad,
Trying to put up the happy facade,
Fitting the stereotype,
Trying to be individual,
While everybody is,
Now we're just clones,
Trying desperately to stand out,
In this cruel world that we like to call home,
Where home is supposed to be a happy place,
Now look where it's gotten us,
How could anybody love me,
I'm out of my fucking mind,
My thoughts are scattered,
Soon everybody will leave me,
There always has to be darkness,
I cannot shake this cloud,
I can struggle, I can fight,
But still I am trapped,
Held captive by my own mind.
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