I sacrafice everything with very few complaints, I stay up at night so that I will lose nothing while I am awake in these few preciouse hours of insanity. I feel bad for saying that I wish to be alone, so I stay awake... It's funny how much I actually hate to be alone, How much I actually crave attention and beg to be reminded that I exsist. But everybody is sleeping... There is nobody to share my insanity with, except for one now... One burning star among countless other that wishes to be, to exsist, yet I have lost what I had hoped for this evening. I wait by the phone, by the computer, hoping to get even a prank call... A random peice of hate mail.... I ******** hate being alone in This house, A house of death and dispare... I want to snuggle with MY pillows, sleep on MY bed... But not tonight... I am still alone.
Falling quickly on led wings, And getting nowhere way to fast.
Teardrops_of_Ivy · Mon Jul 03, 2006 @ 06:19am · 0 Comments |