Fly away butterfly, leave this wretched place. All the people down here sting and greed for their own space. Fly away and don't look back.
Everyone has a weakness. I hate men who take advantage and abuse women. I hate people who only want for them, without a damn for the other. Does anyone ask me how my day was? Is anyone sympathetic to me? No. Not at all. They want something else. Something tangable, something I can't share with them, but give them. It's not me, I'm over shadowed with emptiness, beacuse what I have isn't real. My life is a lie. Maria doesn't exsist. The nerve of some people. Why ask me something if I'm mad, why ask me about a lighter, beacuse I smoke? Beacuse I hate that and you want to joke about it? Let me pull the knife from my back so you can also slit my throat.
 Made27 · Tue Oct 12, 2004 @ 11:48pm · 1 Comments |
