Monday, January 2, 2012
Sunday, January 1, 2012
Day 11
Wishing she would see that i only wanted to make her and us happy, wishing she would understand, wishing all my loved ones a bright future in 2012.
Saturday, December 31, 2011
Friday, December 30, 2011
Day 9
i wonder if she understands why i did the things i did.
even the occupation i took thinking she would be with me.
i never wanted to travel the world alone.
i believed we would be together supporting each other and in a few years, start a family.
lives and dreams sure are fickle.
i wonder if she has changed so much, or just forgotten what she really wanted. or perhaps i never knew what that was in the first place.
even the occupation i took thinking she would be with me.
i never wanted to travel the world alone.
i believed we would be together supporting each other and in a few years, start a family.
lives and dreams sure are fickle.
i wonder if she has changed so much, or just forgotten what she really wanted. or perhaps i never knew what that was in the first place.
Thursday, December 29, 2011
Day 7
words fail me. the pain the sorrow the disappointment. shattered dreams and forgotten promises. i wonder why i miss it so, i wonder why it means so much to me. as its obvious it didnt matter to her.
live and learn, growing up is rather painful.
live and learn, growing up is rather painful.
Wednesday, December 28, 2011
Day 6
its not painful. just a slow emptiness that is devouring me inside. i cant think, cant eat, cant sleep. if only there was a switch i could use to turn off my emotions.
Tuesday, December 27, 2011
Day 5
I could hear it breaking.
The sound of sky cracking the earth splitting.
The sound of cloth tearing.
The sound of a bridge under stress finally giving in, crying as it sinks into the river below until all that are left are littered bodies.
It's the sound of gushing blood as your body fall to the ground with a thud, you feel death's embrace and welcome it.
The sound of crying your heart out but no more tears will come.
The sound of sky cracking the earth splitting.
The sound of cloth tearing.
The sound of a bridge under stress finally giving in, crying as it sinks into the river below until all that are left are littered bodies.
It's the sound of gushing blood as your body fall to the ground with a thud, you feel death's embrace and welcome it.
The sound of crying your heart out but no more tears will come.
Monday, December 26, 2011
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