haha, yeah, this one was actually based upon my life, so don't judge it too harshly... in fact, if i know you in real life, i'd prefer if you acted as if you never read this, ok.
I try so hard, always in vain, to become a stronger being,
But the part of me that's weak is the side that no one's seeing.
No one sees how I can't sleep, 'cause I contemplate the worth of my life.
No one sees how much restraint I use when I refrain from clutching the knife.
What sounds like roars from this demon within are really only cries;
When he lashes out in frustrated sorrow, I try to cover it up with lies.
Oftentimes I scare myself, so why expose you to such fear?
It's possible to love someone without letting them near.
This thing called love is so foreign- I'm scared to let it in
But it's the one desire of the demon that lurks deep down within.
I have no trouble giving it, but allowing it in just hurts.
How can one feel love when nothing seems to work?
Maybe one day, I'll embrace this love. Afterall, it's "good."
Until then, however, I'm content with being misunderstood.
 the_forgotten_thought · Tue May 05, 2009 @ 01:16am · 0 Comments |
