been looking up to others all my life. . .
looking at myself like a crap hole. . .
wishing to be saved by those i look up to. . .
but hell, they don't even know who i exist. . .
guess i'm dreamin every single day of my life. . .
hope this dream turns into a reality. . .
or hope that i realize and accept that it will be a constant fantasy. . .
hah! hope i just forget to dream again. . .
and feel so empty. . .
like i how used to be before. . .
as empty as the universe. . .
so vast. . . and no one knows what u are. . .
though i feel like the universe now. . .
no one knows who i am. . .
i hope that someone has. . .
i hope that someone does. . .
i hope that someone will. . .
never thought it will be a sad hell when no one knows. . .
to whom your efforts are. . .
the value of the things you do. . .
mostly. . . they don't know who you are. . .
'no one' deserves to be this sad. ..
damn me. . . i'm a 'no one'. . .
just hope i can trust someone my thoughts to. . my life to. . .
lastly. . . my heart to. .
though it is stone cold or is in a million pieces. . .
damn how i pity myself. . .
logging off. . . M•M
looking at myself like a crap hole. . .
wishing to be saved by those i look up to. . .
but hell, they don't even know who i exist. . .
guess i'm dreamin every single day of my life. . .
hope this dream turns into a reality. . .
or hope that i realize and accept that it will be a constant fantasy. . .
hah! hope i just forget to dream again. . .
and feel so empty. . .
like i how used to be before. . .
as empty as the universe. . .
so vast. . . and no one knows what u are. . .
though i feel like the universe now. . .
no one knows who i am. . .
i hope that someone has. . .
i hope that someone does. . .
i hope that someone will. . .
never thought it will be a sad hell when no one knows. . .
to whom your efforts are. . .
the value of the things you do. . .
mostly. . . they don't know who you are. . .
'no one' deserves to be this sad. ..
damn me. . . i'm a 'no one'. . .
just hope i can trust someone my thoughts to. . my life to. . .
lastly. . . my heart to. .
though it is stone cold or is in a million pieces. . .
damn how i pity myself. . .
logging off. . . M•M
damn shitty grammer. .
ReplyDelete1st stanza 4th line "who" -> *that
3rd stanza 4th line "what" -> *who
hahaha cappy confession