Friday, August 21, 2009

Crisis

Stop. Stop telling me everything is going to be alright. Sometimes I just need to talk to someone who doesn't answer with advice. Nothing's alright, it never was. It's just that now know I can blame it on a false cause. Things might happen for a reason, but most things don't. I can't label anymore of my mistakes. I just won't. I scream for help in a way that no-one can really hear because when someone in need is a room, no-one wants to be there. When it's not their problem, most people aren't being nice. They just want something to tell their happy friends on late nights. This is reality and this is why I'm always looking to hide. Let's just both concentrate on just getting by. Stop.

Monday, August 17, 2009

Creating Distance

Three little words. Three separate lies. Could never keep a straight face when you were looking into my eyes. When I said those words, they were nothing but the truth. Little did I know this would just be another lesson of my youth. I can't stop hanging onto sinking clich├ęs because I'm afraid of what lies beneath. I can't stop hallucinating memories as my mind walks a barren heath. Don't let your positivity shine down on me. I am but a photograph taken long ago, a distant memory of my former self. But just so you know, I know more than you think I know. All that's left to say is that you reap what you sow.