This empty feeling, blame it on me.
Do I deserve this? I must deserve this.
My soul is sinking; guilt watches me.
What is my purpose? I must have purpose.
So I stop and breath.
You tell me I'm fine, no reason to cry.
Tell me again and try not to lie.
There is no difference; everywhere's the same.
And there is no way for me to win this game.
Silence informs me I'm solitary.
Are you out there? Please be out there.
Maybe I'll soon learn how to be perfect.
I just don't care; why should I care
About your apathy?
This happens everytime;
Keep trying to start new.
The only thing I learn is
That it's something I can't do.
Friday, January 2, 2009
this game - one star story
Posted by hannah at 9:09 PM
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1 comments:
wow...that is exactly how I'm feeling.
*hug*
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