The hours devour me
My life's wasted waiting here for you
There's nothing left of me
Lost in a void I don't see
There's nothing left to believe
The end is now
I surrender
The war is over
The rain is falling
And all that's left has blown away
Your eyes are haunted
By what you wanted
I surrender (I surrender)
The war is over
The anger I keep for you
The bitter lessons I will keep for me
There's nothing I can do
To save you from your own hell
There's nothing left for you
The end is now
I surrender
The war is over
The rain is falling
And all that's left has blown away
Your eyes are haunted
By what you wanted
I surrender (I surrender)
The war is over (It's over now)
I can see it, I can see what you've become
I can feel it, as everything goes numb
The war is over
The rain is falling
And all that's left has blown away
Your eyes are haunted
By what you wanted
I surrender (I surrender)
The war is over
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I'm funny. No, ******** hilarious. What I want is not what I need, not this person I see. I'm looking for validation, to be noticed I don't want love from this. Its my obsession with being noticed, I want people to notice me, to see the real me and accept me. So far I don't have the acceptance, I just have the noticing. I am crazy to them, just the jovial little girl that is comedic relief. I just want to be accepted by them, by a person...and I don't know why. I confuse these feelings with love, or like but it makes me happy. But then I feel dirty knowing that these feelings have no foundation.
I tried talking to a close friend about this, but she would interrupt me about her life. She must like hearing herself talk, because I just want to confide in someone I believed I could trust. This confuses me to the point where I just think I should let my heart be broken. For some reason I believe I deserve that fate. To break the heart only to build it up to break it once again. My family tells me there is something more to this, and I might actually be happy, my friends tell me there might be something there, but not what I seek.
I just wish they'd stop making fun of me. ...They can see it bothers me sometimes. Looks like tomorrow will be the day in which I confront him and tell him to stop making me feel smaller than I really am.
There is a thin line between love and hate. I hate that line, it needs to be thicker.
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Stupid-no-Jutsu : The art of being stupid.
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Why seek it outside yourself? Because you do not have it inside yourself.
If you can accept yourself for who you are, then not only will others accept you, but you will not even need them to accept you at that point.
How can someone accept the real you, if you do not accept it yourself? Are you going to show the real you to someone else if you wont even allow yourself the pleasure of loving you? How can someone get to know and accept you until you first accept everything about yourself?