Monday, February 16, 2009

To Her:

Sad, lonely, by myself,
You’ve forced me to be this way,
Spreading rumours, telling lies,
Thinking I’d somehow be okay.

I hope, at least, you’re okay,
I hope you don’t feel bad,
For no, my tears are not your fault,
And no, why would I be mad?!

My life is only ruined,
And the world only hates me,
This will only haunt me forever,
I know I’ll never be free.

Oh, my dear, the nerve you have,
To yell back in my face,
The way you tried to state your case,
Was nothing short of disgrace.

Then karma got you back,
And you couldn’t deal with that,
You couldn’t be the only one,
You stupid fucking brat.

You brought me down with you,
And now my life is done,
No one will believe my side,
Your lies can’t be undone.

Do you know what’s thought of me?
Have you heard what they’ve said?
Innocent was there before.
But now, slut is there instead.

Your blown up stories are wrong,
But I hope your lies suffice,
It may’ve worked out for you,
But for me, it’s cost a price.

So I’ll just cry all alone,
But act all perfect and bright.
Trying to prove to everyone
The only truth that’s right.

[Telling an ignorant truth is telling a lie]

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Beware ;

I'm not afraid to ask stupid questions,
I love flowers,
I get left out sometimes,
I sing all day,
I'm afraid of losing my memory,
I create new identities for myself,
I'm a straight edge,
I cut up magazines,
I love doing crafts,
I like big teddy bears,
I invented the Mutual Palm Tickle with Morgan,
I try to see the beauty in everything,
I need acoustic songs,
I don't wear expensive clothes,
I like rainy days,
I'm freaked by fish and toes,
I don't wear lots of makeup,
I never make my bed,
I laugh really easily,
I love nail polish,
I change my mind a lot,
I don't take myself very seriously,
I like buttons,
I live by quotes,
I love France, and everything french,
I always say sorry when it's not my fault,
I live in the country,
I don't care if you're popular by their standards,
I brush my teeth for a long time,
You will have to live with the fact that