Sunday, May 22, 2011
to live not to judge
as i walk down the city streets i cant help to think
all of that , that goes on as i blink
my palms are sweaty my hands are red
i just cant stop thinking "cant wait to get to my bed"
wherever it is, im just happy to get some sleep
ive been roaming around the city lights and the dark passage streets.
when people look at me, they think i have this great life
but what they dont know is, behind this pretty face of mine are the feelings i have to fight.
i never shed a tear even when i feel like crying,
ive even been in a point of my life, where i felt like dying.
im happy god let me stay,
he let me stay, even tho i tried to take my life away.
ive realized i do have something to live for,
a beautiful little brother thats been born and that i adore.
i seem him like my own child, someone know one can compete with
when i see parents not wanting there children, is somethng i will never get.
i have never judged anyone. whether is was from there looks of their hair due.
because i dont about what just like they dont know what I have been through.
all of that , that goes on as i blink
my palms are sweaty my hands are red
i just cant stop thinking "cant wait to get to my bed"
wherever it is, im just happy to get some sleep
ive been roaming around the city lights and the dark passage streets.
when people look at me, they think i have this great life
but what they dont know is, behind this pretty face of mine are the feelings i have to fight.
i never shed a tear even when i feel like crying,
ive even been in a point of my life, where i felt like dying.
im happy god let me stay,
he let me stay, even tho i tried to take my life away.
ive realized i do have something to live for,
a beautiful little brother thats been born and that i adore.
i seem him like my own child, someone know one can compete with
when i see parents not wanting there children, is somethng i will never get.
i have never judged anyone. whether is was from there looks of their hair due.
because i dont about what just like they dont know what I have been through.
i need to start expressing my feelings more. this diary of mine is not enough; it feels like i am about to explode sometimes. i feel like crying, and most of the time i dont know why. Is it because im regretting? or is it because im tryinq to find myself? Or maybe is it because i feel like nobodies here for me like i would be there for them? idk. but its killing and im about to bust. My heart is big , but i have no one to share it with
WHY?
I see people crying over one another, but in love with one another. its better than having no one right? but i think to myself is it really worth it to cry over someone when they do you so wrong. maybe, maybe not.
Ive been hurt so badly and so many times i dont expect no one to care. or im not suprised of what it will turn out in the end. because all i have to depend on is myself anyway right...
some people take advantage of when they have a good thing
I WISH
i used to be sad when people let me down but now im just like
FUCK IT AND FUCK THEM
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