messie2624

All my life, I can say that's I've only had one true friend: loneliness. It followed me everywhere. There were times that people came into my life, but they never stayed for long. I can't control the stupid things I say or the stupid things I do. It always starts the same way. I meet someone who I enjoy being around. I back off when I feel I'm being to clingy or needy. I shut up when I feel I talk their ear off. I try to be there for them. One day, they seems to enjoy my company. The next, it's like in not even there. I can't help but think its all my fault. I'm not important, I never was. My old friend creeps up again. Loneliness overwhelms

The heart is a fragile thing, so easy to break, and almost impossible to put back together. It can become one again, but it takes time. time to build up trust time to feel, time to realize that you are worth it. You deserve to have good things, to be treated with respect, to be loved by another, in the way you love them. The heart is a very fragile thing, it can be fixed, but often lies on the ground in shards.

I grew up with this girl, a long time ago. My heart still aches when I think of her. Her art, Her song, Her beautiful smile. I miss them all. She has curly brown hair and sparkling amber eyes. There is no other finer girl, no, woman in all of Italy. When we were children, oh, such foolish children, we had plans for a future together. Then came the war and I had to leave. I was to protect my country. I was to protect its citizens. I was to protect her. Before I went, I gave her my first kiss and the promise I would soon return. She gave me hope throughout the war. But things were soon growing tense. I'm in a foreign land. Now I lay

There he is again He looks so perfect At least through my eyes But when I'm around him There's a pain in the pit of my stomach At the same time, butterflies I tell my self that I don't love him But then there's a gnawing guilt Of lying to myself I still feel love for him But it hurts It hurts so much Because I know that he doesn't love me The painful thought of being rejected Crosses my mind He doesn't know I love him He probably thinks I'm a weirdo Or a stalker So when I'm around him A mix of emotions surround me I feel happy to see him But sad to know we can never be anything More than friends I feel angry at myself For letting my heart fa

Dear World, I'm tired, very tired, of those names you call me, how you put me down, and the pain you give. It's not fair? Why focus on me? I guess it's better this way, you hurt me, rather than the people I care about. But, I suppose it doesn't bother you one bit. I hurts that I'm broken, scarred, and useless. But I'm tired now. I have said what I needed to. I have shed my last tear. I will soon take my last breath. You made me who I am, World. I hope you're happy.

I look in a mirror everyday and the image always stays the same but, it's never me. The person I see reflects the person others want me to be. A person I can never be. And, so the mirror cracks, every time I fail in their eyes. It continues to crack until it shatters. Broken glass scars my hand as fistfuls of glass are thrown away, wasted. I find an old dusty mirror in an old antique store. It's small and plain, but when I look into it, I see me. All that I am. All that I want to be. All me.

I'm finally finished. My journey is through, and i finally found my way back to you. Mistakes were made. I felt pain and loss, but I know life is never completly without cost. For these last lonely days, I've been able to fend, But I'm glad I'm with you. I'm home again.

We've all worn masks at one point or another, to hide emotions thoughts and identity. They protect us. They keep us hidden. They keep us safe. Masks hide how we feel. They hide who we are for better or worse. A simple facade is the world's masquerade.

I don't know what to do. I don't know where to turn. Do I go left or right? Things are all jumbled up and I just-- Oh, I just don't know. My only clear thought is that I don't want anyone to feel pain or loss over my confusion.

A sprout finally pushes up from the surrounding earth. Other plants begin to bloom as nature starts to wake. I hear baby birds now singing and laughter full of mirth. And as Winter finally melts away, the joys of Spring, I'll take.