Curious Mylo Posted February 3, 2005 Report Share Posted February 3, 2005 Falling, falling, leaving home Walking outside of my dome I don’t know what lies ahead When sun has failed or moon is dead Not knowing drives me insane So still I sit here in the rain I don’t like the present anymore What does the future have in store The secrets may hide in the past Could looking back be my last The horror movie’s coming true So I hide all I do At least forever I will try To hide the tears while I cry And hide the fears in my eyes On all the days I want to die If I’m dead the cuts won’t hurt If I’m laying in the dirt And if I’m dead no one would care Unless they’re cheering, never rare I can’t say I would be surprised Ever since I’ve realized That I’ve never mattered, never will No one cared, my hope they kill But I don’t expect it to change my thoughts refuse to rearrange. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sweetcherrie Posted February 3, 2005 Report Share Posted February 3, 2005 *welcome the pen* I think you do matter, everybody has their place in live, and so have you. Don't forget after rain comes sunshine. It might take a while, and sometimes you feel like it's the monsoun pouring itselves out on you, but sun will come. *Hugs* - Sweetcherrie Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Peredhil Posted February 3, 2005 Report Share Posted February 3, 2005 All that rain and life's fertilizer... I'm expecting roses from you. Listen to Sweet Cherrie (she's much wiser) I add my welcome from the Pen too. Hugs When life has given up on you, don't believe it. When others are unreasonable, choose life. The only change in the grave is decomposition. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Regel Posted February 4, 2005 Report Share Posted February 4, 2005 Broken inside (and out) is a feeling I have known from the time I was small and is still known to me today. Seems like through providence you have found this place to set your broken heart and have a sauve applied to your soul. Keep writing the page will fill with these emotions and through strangers eyes will you see what is real and what is not. Welcome to the pen. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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