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Nawing on my lower lip I long to bite it through. The taste of copper in my mouth slowly flowing down my throat makes something in me ache. My heart wishes something filled it instead of some empty void. But only the imagined senstation of pretend blood fills the empty back on my throat while my heart remains a hole.
Sometimes I hear of things that make me surge with the feeling of wanting to live and be somebody in this life. But everytime the feeling comes it flows away as fast as if a thunderstorm was blowing it all away. My heart wants to do things. But my mind and other froces tell me that I cannot.
There is nothing I can be since I belive that no one really cares. Besides if I were to fly something would bring me down. Because nothing good ever really lasts.. Time takes all away; anything could be your last.
I'd like to say my goal is to be all that I can be; and maybe it is, but that would be a lie. For none of my hopes will be untill I learn to love me. Maybe that will happen. But I doubt it sense for that to be I would have to find someone who really cares to lift me out from behind my mountionas walls that are my jail.
realeyesrealize added this comment 2010-09-29 14:29:20-05:00
this is pretty cool, nice job
aprildunothing added this comment 2010-09-30 14:10:01-05:00
Merci
realeyesrealize added this comment 2010-09-29 14:29:20-05:00
this is pretty cool, nice job
aprildunothing added this comment 2010-09-30 14:10:01-05:00
Merci