I wanna..I wanna cut myself, but I don'tMore Like This
I wanna scream, but I don't
I wanna run, but I don't
I wanna lose it all, but I don't
I wanna walk away, but I stay
I wanna start over, but I stay
I wanna disappear, but I stay
I wanna hide, but I stay
I wanna cry, but I can't
I wanna fly, but I can't
I wanna fight, but I can't
I wanna take revenge, but I can't
I wanna be who I am
I wanna live my life right
I wanna be loved
Isn't that alright?
Here I stand
Don't know what to do
I feel so lonely
I love you
I miss you
I wanna hug you
I wanna kiss you
Know that I'm thinking of you
Know that I'm waiting for you
I would give the world to be with you
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there are four kinds of love.
the first is honest.
the first is messy.
it’s smeared makeup.
it’s tears over a martini.
it’s people dancing alone.
it’s off-key singing, at the top
of your lungs.
it’s unmade beds.
it’s the hickey on your neck.
it’s the gasp he gave
when he first saw you,
how he missed your lips
when he tried to kiss you.
after he made you cry.
the second kind is what you feel
for the boy lying next to you.
there’s cigarettes in the ashtray,
panties on the floor,
a lump in your throat,
and he does not love you back.
the third kind is when you'll meet
and that little moment will stretch
into something huge and permanent,
into a month/six months/a year
of a million glances that you'd thought
it’s when you'll say nothing
and neither will he
because there will be no need
because he'll very nearly smile
and you'll know.
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It's hard to reach out to you
Overwhelming pain has no words
Only the feeling you know so well
I am trying to find the right way
Right way to explain it all
If anyone could guide me through
Through this path of darkness
Eventually each of them will turn away
Path becomes too hard to go on
Yet I am walking forward all alone
My steps want to mislead me
Mislead into death
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Please do not talk to me; I am not able to respond.
And do not give me that look as if something has to be wrong.
You do not need to delve into the shelves of my closed expressions.
I am exempt from your attempts to unearth my preserved confessions.
I am not purposely trying to evade your noble and compassionate crusade.
It’s just on this occasion I do not require saving; there is no need to come to my aid.
I understand that as my friend you are obliged to defend me to the very end.
And this means you must venture pass the farce of barriers that I bewilderingly send.
But right now my words are diverting from my mouth and into my chest.
So trust me when I say that this damsel is far from in distress
And I know that from you I should not expect any less.
Just because I choose remain reserved, sit and stare.
Does not mean I am slumping into a tumbling pit of despair.
Nevertheless it does comfort me knowing that you are there
But sitting in silence with me can also sho