My happieness,
Just a mask
To covour the shame,
To covour the pain
That this cruel world has caused me,
The hatered
The humiliation
The lonliness.
The suffering I have caused you,
Can't compare to the suffering
I feel every waking hour.
Whats wrong with my hair?
Whats wrong with my clothes?
Whats wrong with my music?
Whats wrong with the world?!
The gaping hole you left me with,
Invades my chest,
Remembers you,
Hates you
Look into my hollow eyes
Smile with an empty love
Yell the hurtful critisism
Take away my pride
She's been labeled
She's been criticised
She's been hurt
She's been burnt
She's been ignored
She's been endured to something,
She doesn't even understand
How deep do I have to cut,
Before you realize,
The pain and suffering,
You have caused me?
I tried on skinny jeans.
They fit.
I tried on a vintage shirt.
It fit.
I tried on some Chuck Taylors.
They fit.
I tried on a smile.
It didn't fit. - Unknown
Sunday, 13 January 2008
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