I am: unsure of whom I am.
I hurt: when there seems to be nothing that pacifies.
I love: seeing the people around me happy.
I hate: all the foolish things I've done.
I cry: when I'm rejected by those who I most love.
I fear: what I'm capable of doing to myself.
I hope: that I can make it through another day.
I feel alone: when no one understands me.
I kill: the only part of me that was ever alive.
I talk: only when it's found necessary, or when my beliefs are challenged.
I listen: to anyone who needs someone to confide in.
I break: apart my heart time and time again.
I see: only what I chose to at the time.
I smell: the sweet smell of disaster.
I taste: this stale air that I breathe daily.
I work: at dealing with my insecurities.
I remember: all but what I'm supposed to.
I hold: everything in my fragile heart.
I hide: away everything that I cannot stand to see.
I pray: when I feel the need to.
I walk: away from my past and into the future.
I drive: myself to the accomplishment of my goals.
I read: the words of sorrowed poets.
I was: everything that I hated.
I breathe: every breath with the intention of making a difference.
I play: games with your mind.
I miss: the feeling of genuine happiness.
I touch: the hearts and minds of others.
I learn: everything that I'm intended to.
I feel: that my friends are the only things that keep me going.
I know: enough of what this life has to offer.
I say: nothing that is worth of any value to my own ears.
I dream: of all the endless possibilities.
I have: only my memories when there is nothing tangible left to gain.
I want: everything that I cannot attain.
I fell: into depressed state of mood at the worst time possible.
I wait: for the inevitable to come and go.
I need: enough strength to get me through this life.
I live: for others instead of myself.
I die: when my heart fails to beat and my lungs fail to serve their purpose.
Written on 13 October 2005 at 7:09 pm
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Quote of the moment:
Up where they walk. Up where they run. Up where they stay all day in the sun. Wanderin' free. Wish I could be. Part of that world