I work in this place where everything you do, is known by everyone!! Anyways, I met a lot of people at my job, especially since there are more than 150 people who work in my job, but different departments, either way, I always see everyone.
I'm sitting in my internal lair, thinking life's not fair.
I sit here and cry, wondering when I'm finally gonna die.
I feel so alone, and like I'm made of stone.
I don't want to be here, to be near.
I'm a junior in high school and I've had plenty of stupid relationships and broken hearts just like any other average teenage girl. There is one good thing I have found about past experiences though; you learn from them.
In everyones eyes I'm not perfect it use to bother me than I thought whats perfect everyones got faults yet I know I try my hardest in everything I do that should dtand for something does it? I hope so but theres is no such thing as perfect.
I picture you and I lying on the grass in the backyard. We lay on our backs as we stare up at the clear summer night sky. The stars are actually visual and the air is warm. There would be a beautiful silence around us, neither of us wanting to ruin the moment because we may never get one such as this.
This rain it falls from the heavens above,
Trickling down my face,
Soken wet and cold as ice, in this lonely place
Inside its warm, the fires Burning, but i would rather sit out here
Submitted by downtrodder
E-mail: lichonski@yahoo.com
Isn't life too good too be perfect...
Only if you we're not awaken yet,
Enjoy your life till the break of dawn...
For tommorrow you will cry and frawn.
Submitted by Andrea Wilson
E-mail: Soccerbeauty19@yahoo.com
The stars are out, aren't they such a sight.
How about we take a walk on this beautiful night.
Let's walk hand in hand, looking up at the endless sky.
Let's let all our troubles and worries pass us by.
As I lay here, suddenly it creeps upon me
I start crying, tears making it impossible to see
I can't breathe as another peice of my heart breaks
How much more of this crying can I really take
Submitted by Kelsey
E-mail: kelsey_5038@hotmail.com
V1. We sit and we count the stars, sex and choclate bars their addictive......
And how do you fix your scars, when they've gone too far, what is with this....
If only he could understand how much you care,
He's your everything, no one could compare.
Hes the only person who can make you cry,
The only one who makes you dry your eyes.