November 5, 2007
If I Could Be Loved
If I could be loved, if I could be cared for, how great it would be to be loved back and to be told to stay... How I miss having someone to call my own. How I miss talking to someone not just on the phone. In my life where I've been hurt a million times over, how I wish the pain would go away and the wounds healed. I wish I was never like this and I would never have loved this way. æ Beyond the flashy clothes, the unending nightlife and the sweet words, I know in my heart that I'm not worth it at all. So much drama for anyone to bear. So many corny lines when all I should do is shut up. Yet I wait for an answer to my unending quest. Living the life I know is not mine. This is not me, yet this was my life. This is not me living on the edge of this knife. I turn away but come back for more all because of what happened before. I hate this time, knowing I have sunk so low... surrounded by people who will never understand what it feels to live a single day of my life. Beyond the smiles and even the depression there is this indescribable emptiness that cannot be filled. All because it refuses to be....
Posted by yabs on November 5, 2007 at 08:00 PM | Comments
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