That's it.
I have to get over him.
I have plenty of others that would love me.
Hold me.
I am willing to give him everything, but he just keeps handing my heart back to me on a Silver platter.
Battered
Dropped, and crushed.
He doesn't love me, nor will he ever.
All I want to do is cuddle with him
Love him
I want him to hold me
I want to kiss his lips
Admire his goofy smile
I want to give him everything
All of my love.
He doesn't deserve my love.
there are other guys that are begging for my love.
I need to get over him.
I just need to get over him.
He doesn't love me.
He doesn't...
My body aches for his touch.
My feelings swirling.
What if
I'm not a believer
But I believe in you
And I hate you for this
For seeing me through
I am not a dreamer
But I dream about you
And I say that I hate you
But that is not true
I am not a sinner
But I'll sin for you
You did ask me why
But you already knew
I am not a lover
But I would love you
If you let me of course
But I doubt you would
So no, not a believer
But still believing in you
Maybe I already love you
But no, that's unlikely the truth
Every single morning
As I cry painting an ugly face
One so happy, that it's revolting
Every day the colors I use to paint
Become brighter and brighter
While the soul behind the mask becomes darker
The drive to paint this face
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But I ask you this:
Why do I still wear this mask?
The man who left no stone unturned by AKALykos, literature
Literature
The man who left no stone unturned
Everybody in the village pitied him. They whispered: "Oh, look the poor man, they say he's gone crazy... " But the man didn’t believe he was crazy. He considered himself headstrong. Yes, that's a better word, he thought as he bent his knees and pushed against the heavy boulder to turn it over. Nope, nothing underneath it. He sighed disappointed. Then he shrugged. He'd just have to keep looking. He shuffled farther down the dirt road looking for the next rock. He had been turning stones for... Well he didn’t exactly keep track... But it felt like he had done it since forever. And he would do it to the end of time. He hummed gently
Not enough sound
Not enough loud
I still can hear your screams
I still can taste your tears
On my lips
Bittersweet...
I still can feel your fears
Pulsating inside me
I can sense your darkness
Lurking behind me
You won't let go
Chasing and punishing me...
Your shadow surrounds me like a black halo
Squeezing my heart, I can feel it failing....
Suffocating in your darkness, drowning in your fears,
My broken heart can't take it, slowly betraying me....
Your pained expression haunts my every dream,
and because of you my life became surreal
I hate you for chasing me, breaking me and not letting me go...
I can't do it anymore, I'm begging yo
I am not afraid of what I have become
Nor am I afraid of what I once was
I am terrified at the drastic change between then and now
Should that repeat
I will be afraid
Of waiting in anticipation of what I will become
And finding out, I've already changed.
I'm not good enough.
Not smart enough,
Not pretty enough
How can I become pretty?
Not talented enough
I don't listen to the right music,
What's right anymore?
Don't wear the right clothes
Don't act my age, but then again,
What age do you want me to be?
I'm sorry,
That I'm not what you want me to be.
What's wrong with me?
Am I too sad?
Am I too emotional?
Am I too me?
I'm sorry I can't dial down my excitement.
But you don't know how often I get excited anymore.
And when I do you tell me to sit down and shut up.
then I tell you No.
Why? Because let me be happy.
Sometimes I need those random times when I force my happy out.
It helps me think that I'm not completely a victim of depression.
Who knows? Maybe I'm not.
It's all in my head.
But I'm sorry for being me.
No. I'm sorry for being happy at all.
Because that isn't my place.