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|AnnaLeBelle (profile) wrote, |
on 11-13-2004 at 1:40pm
|Current mood: disappointed
Music: S.O.S- Good Charlotte
Subject: My Love...
|Disappointed and beyond believing you even give a damn.
Making cursory examinations of my conscience because I really don't want to see the dirty little secrets held within the spider webbing of my soul.
Somewhere wrists are crying their tears of scarlet, and the eyes are shedding their scopes of reality as walls twist and shadows bend.
No one will hear their screams as their pain consumes their sanity and no one will ever care because no one knows they exsist.
Kind of sad when you think about it...
"Should I trust some and get fooled by phoniness? Or should I trust nobody and live in lonilness. Because I can't hold on when I'm stretched so thin. I make the right moves but I'm lost within. I put on my daily facade and then I just wind up getting hurt again by myself." (LP, By Myself)
Those are the words I scream at myself everynight before my head hits the pillow and I'm lost in pleasent nightmares of you dying, my love.
I cry but no one cares because they don't know I'm here.
Have I ever told you it's always been for you?