who am I
Who am I... I don't know anymore, and because of this barely anyone wants to be around me. Even my lover doesn't seem to want to be around me. I feel my heart breaking more and more, I want to lie to make myself feel better that it will just be okay, but it won't I'm tired of making up stories on whom I am or what I've done. I'm no werewolf or a sage, or anyone important to anyone anymore. There once was a girl I was important to and she was important to me, but now she seem to not want to be with me. My closest friend even agreed to that she might want to break up with me v.v, but I still have a little bit of hope that she will stay with me, even though my heart and mind say she is going to leave. v.v I feel that all I have ever been was a ******** up and always alone I would make up stories then thous stories became life to me and I forgotten whom I really was. But then I realized that when people told me to stop being emo they were telling me to stop being a part of me that keeps me feeling that I still have feelings v.v . I don't know who I am anymore except that I was a huge punk and an even bigger nerd, but I don't know how to revert back to it v.v, maybe I should just shut down all my emotions and just become what others said I am like, just hurt anyone near me or be a total a** v.v or just roll over and die. It seems that everyone is just going away and I'm left in a dark room that is always in my head..... the chess board of a mind I used to have is now a dark room, where there is a little 3 year old crying, but everyone thinks it's for attention when really no one has paid attention to him and just left him there all alone. People don't notice me and some say they do, when really they don't v.v if they did they would see the loneliness in my eyes instead of how pretty they are, they are eyes of sorrow not of joy. And as I am on my lap top waiting for her to talk to me again instead of ignoring me I feel the dark room expanding and hands of darkness dragging me into the ground screaming my name and telling me how much of a failure I am.
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