The Painful Truth
life... dreadful... painful...
maybe a little joyful...
it seems like life always revolves around work.
work work work!
what a drag....
i hate life but i like life.
what can i do?
i feel unloved at times.
not having anyone like me.
i will never know the feeling.
sadness...just wandering...
the school halls searching...
searching for someone.
just someone to love me.
LOVE ME!!!!
but no...
no one will ever love me.
i am lonely...not having anyone.
feeling shunned from that one person.
that person not talking.
talking to everyone i know...
but not me.
maybe a hello and a what's up.
but thats it.
nothing more.
but i guess ill walk the world alone.
i have feelings...
but no one cares.
no one, not anyone!
ill sit here just looking...
looking at that one person.
i care for so dearly.
that one person ignoring me.
shunning me once more.
i will cry...and cry...
just wishing for a chance.
just one chance to show who i really am!
but no...that person will not give me a chance.
i have tried...nothing works.
nothing....
nothing what-so-ever!
thats all for now...
maybe just maybe someone...
that one person will come to the truth...
and love me...
but i dont know...
so long and goodnight....ill be back...
with more pain and misery...
Blog Category: Writing and Poetry
Playing (Music): Animal I Have Become - Three Days Grace
Current mood: depressed
Added on: 14/05/2007 17:00:42
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My Destiny
Becoming a vampire.
Pain flowing through me. . .
Twitching, spazing as much as I can.
For I am now craving the warm blood.
I am cold with no heart beat.
Ever so wishing to become human again.
I shall become part of the night,
not ever seeing the daylight.
Being part of the living dead,
roaming the world not knowing what has become of me.
A vicious...blood...cr aving...vampire...
No one shall remember me.
Forgetting I once lived as one of them.
For if I might ever meet them again,
I shall say "I once knew you"
They may not remember me
Because they thought I was. . .
DEAD!
But the were wrong!
I am NOT DEAD!
I am alive but part of the. . .
Living dead.
They will deny that I am me.
For I am wanting you to please. . .
Stake my heart with this spike.
A spike I may hand you. . .
Please stake my heart.
I beg of you! NOW!
Before I kill you
Because of my craving. . .
Of your warm tasteful blood.
Blog Category: Writing and Poetry
Playing (Music): Pain - Three Days Grace
Current mood: depressed
Added on: 14/05/2007 16:58:48
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