Bottle of Anger
I bottle up my anger and send it out to sea i hope it lingers somewhere far away from me I watch until that bottle disappears from view Until its lost amoung the waves of ocean blue Days go by and turn to weeks By now my anger no longer seeks to ruin my life, and make me depressed For now i am just like all the rest But then one evening the waves come crashing in and they bring to me a bottle that i once gave to them I never though I'd have to take that bottle back from the sea But I guess that bottle of anger will never leave me be
Staring Out My WindowSometimes at night I stare out my window I ask the stars I see If it's right that I let her go? She was my one She was my only Now I'm alone So alone and lonely I wish on every star I see from my window That she would come back And make me feel whole But that's impossible now For she has found someone new Some one that loves her Someone that's true So memories and regrets Are all that remain I feel my heart will burst It is overflowing with pain But as long as she is happy And has love in her heart Whether for me or another I'll suffer in the dark Because she is worth every Cut to my veins And when my heart stops I'll still scream her name
Moving Ongirls can be vicious and play games with our hearts it feels like they use them for a game of darts They say that they love and adore you, but then that one day out of the blue... she calls you up and say there’s someone new you do your best to disguise what your feeling but you know deep down you'll spend the next month healing these bruises and wounds she gave your heart now you are sitting alone in the dark but then it hits you, you have moved on you climb out of bed, out the door and your gone but when you get to where you're headed you see her standing there looking so beautiful with that long blonde hair she says she was wrong and made a mistake but you're stronger now you know she’s fake so you look into those gorgeous eyes and give her a shocking surprise you tell her you're over her that something new and she walks away because she knows that its true but you catch up and walk home with her... not because you miss her but you've moved on to her sister
Merry Christmas (My Love)Merry Christmas to all because mine will be blue my only love is dead i feel i soon will be too Beautifully wrapped presents sit under the tree for my only now i sit all alone by the fire so lonely i stare into the fire and i feel i can almost see her beautiful glowing eyes looking back into me but she is gone now in the heavens far above as i drift to sleep by the fire i whisper "Merry Christmas my love" Its Christmas day when i awake but i am too empty to feel the cheer instead i feel the cold down my cheek runs a tear For Christmas Eve one year ago i kissed my love goodbye she flew out to see her family her plane went down...she died
Depression Is...Depression is a tornado spinning me around depression is a thunderstorm lightning strikes the ground Depression is the drugs we take when we get so sad depression is the blade we hold when we think its all we have Depression is the one you love ripping your heart from your chest depression is the fact that youre different from all the rest Depression is the violent streak we leave when we finally snap depression is the knife you pull out of the spine in your back Depression comes in many forms it lurks inside us all be careful what you do and say depression is just waiting for you to fall...
Feelings on PaperSometime I feel like no one can relate. Like no one else has ever been in a similar state. In this world of darkness there is no light. So I put pen to paper and begin to write. Out come the feelings of loss and defeat. In a world of lies and a land of deceit. In a place where people ignore your pain, Where there's everything to lose and nothing to gain. But behind all the hate, behind all the tears, Away from the bitterness, away from the fears, There's a feeling of hope hidden deep within. And once you find it you know you can win. So bring out the feelings of compassion and love. Leave your problems behind and soar like a dove. Let the wind wash over your troubled soul. And listen, its saying "you can reach your goal." Can you feel the joy as you soar through the air? You start to feel like again you can care. And suddenly again your days seem bright, In this world of darkness, now there's a light. And as I write I can feel the pain subside. I'm no longer afraid, I don't have to hide. Writing is my way of self expression. I hope what I've said has taught you a lesson. Though life seems hard, and the world unkind, Things will get better, that’s what you'll find. There’s always tomorrow, It's a new day. So come take my hand and I'll show you the way.
Changing With The SeasonsThoughts in my head fall like snow. they are as cold as 30 below. its like a permafrost in my mind. Why cant the sun ever just shine?
But the flakes continue falling, deep in my thoughts i hear death calling. But then you blew into my life, like a cold wind sending chills up my spine. We fall in love and the weather changes. The ice begins to the melt and the temperature ranges. from 30 below to a warm summer day. the sky bright blue, no longer gray.
No longer do these dark thoughts lurk, instead birds begin to chirp. oh, what a gorgeous day in my head. I know longer feel like I'll soon be dead. You are the sunshine in my own little place, and now new happy thoughts begin to race
But these seasons don't last forever. So what happens when the weather turns cold, bitter, and gray? will my sunsine stay?
Until We FallIs this life of mine just a joke? Am i just here to put down and poke? I dont really see the point in it all. I think I was put here just to watch fall. People think that I'm depressed? Maybe they need to be put to a test. Wake up and look around this place. Our whole world is one big disgrace. Maybe if people open theyre eyes they'll see, This world is full of hate and its not just me. But you all live in your own little lie. In reality we live in hate until we die. So while youve all been enjoying an illusion, I instead have come to this conclusion; There is no real point in life at all. Its just a makeshift until we fall...
What Am I>If life were a painting id be the background. If life were all smiles id be a frown. In a world full of squares i am a circle. If happiness was pink i would be purple. If the world were a glass of juice, id be the gin. In a world full of promises id be a sin. So whats my point? my purpose? my goal? I think its to feed everyone else's soul...
What If...What if the earth is hell and we are already dead? What if we are just an idea in somebody's head? How would any of us ever really know? What if life is just one big reality show? We could all be game pieces to a larger being. There could be a lot we are not seeing. What if we're being grown and the worlds a petri dish? We could just be part of some bizarre alien wish. What if living people live in the sky, And we think thats where we go when we die? The whole world could be upside down, and we may think the ceiling is the ground. Will any of us ever really know? Maybe these questions are answered when its our time to go...
Insulting Compliments
Author's Last Login: right now In Category: Sad. 5 total. i cant take this life anymore it is a world of hate and god has locked the door There's not much good left in the human race everything and everyone moves at a rapid pace people sin like its a fad sinning, killing, waging war just to impress their dad its time for us to grow up keep our anger to ourselves instead of letting it errupt people dont deserve to die because of their beliefs people deserve to live and think however they please i know these words arent read by all but those of you reading this just think back and recall a time that someone put you down because you were not the same this should be a compliment but instead it takes aim right at your heart and drags you down until you fall apart so next time someone tries to put you down for being different instead of getting angry tell them thank you, what a compliment
Insulting Compliments
Vicodin, that little white pill its meant to stop pain when you become ill but what happens when its abused? when its swallowed crushed up, snorted and used I know what happens ive been down that road that pill, once a friend soon is a foe it may make you feel great but after awhile you cant stand the wait palms are sweaty, throat is sore those chemicals can cause a vicodin amor. how ironic that a pill once used for pain is now used to kill...Hello, Goodbye
i wanted to make it work i really tried to care but i cant make myself love you if theres nothing there please believe im sorry i do want to be friends i dont want us to never talk i wish we could start again i felt both our souls melt and fade while i stared into your eyes as Greenday played it was a great trip for you and me those days in the mountains and nights by the sea I didnt wanted to hurt you last day of christmas break but i knew i had to tell you before it was to late im sorry call me stupid i still want to be friends i hope that hello,goodbye isnt the way it ends.
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