Monday, February 04, 2008
♥ Monday, February 04, 2008
I'm tired, of waiting when I know I'll get nothing.
I'm tired, of waiting longer than what I get.
I'm tired, of coming waiting with a heart full of faith, and leaving empty. Disappointed.
I'm tired, of being dust.
Yet I still do.
I feel like a kid, who just fell off the playground. I'm bleeding and hurt, and I look around and I realise. No one cares.
I know I'm not supposed to feel this way. But I'm human, and yes, I'm petty. I'm horrible. I'm whatever you think I am. But I'm raw, and hurt, under this skin, this screen that shows words that mean nothing.
You know that feeling, when the only thing you seem to have left, the only thing that you count on, breaks you. Like you're hanging by a thread that snaps, like you're living on cheese and a mouse steals that away from you... but you don't do anything, cause it's not up to you.
But have you ever felt, that you're about to snap, and when you do, you find yourself apologising, to the cause of your hurt. It's like that, only a hundred times worse, cause you love the cause of your hurt a hundred times more than you love anyone else.
Is there ever a remedy, a pain killer, for pain caused by people you care about, for hurt you feel because nobody cares, cause I want to buy it right now. I hurt so bad I want it right now.
Matt, I know what you mean. I felt it too.
And honestly, I won't stop you from doing it.
I think.
