You make one mistake and it comes back to haunt you. You make one bad mark and it wont erase. Why is it that grudges were made. Why is it that I am the one who has to deal with them... I cant handle the pain I go through. One thing goes wrong and you tell your friends, they critisize you and tell you that you are overreacting. It never terns out right, so why bother to share anything with anyone. You are forced to keep marching but you never get anywhere. Why is your life blank and fearfull? Why are you beaten every night and forced to clean... You will never know the pain I bear, you will never know the things that happen. I want no yelling so I keep my mouth shut, i want no grudges so I do my best. Life never turns out right. Why is it me, why is it my mistakes that matter the most? I feel more lost then found. I cry to the sky, I howl at the moon and all I find are memories. I am not who I seem.
Jimy is back · Sat Mar 06, 2010 @ 09:46pm · 0 Comments |