I wish someone had told me,
why this world was made,
why the flowers bloom,
or why I can't feel happy.
I wish someone had told me,
somewhere a world wasn't made,
somewhere flowers can't bloom,
somewhere I can feel safe.
I wish someone had told me,
nothing can be changed,
nothing is the same,
nothing has true reason.
I wish someone had told me,
someone feels the same,
someone knows these things,
and someone is like me.
I wish someone had told me!
Why didn't someone tell me?
No one could tell me,
just how painful it was,
just how dark it can be,
or is it just not clear to me?
If only someone had told me,
it might not have
I'm not pretty. I'm nowhere near beautiful. People will act like I am. They'll act like I'm a good person. Trust my word, they're wrong. I'm not nice. Every one of my friends says I am. They're wrong. They say I'm always happy and crazy. They don't know they half of it. Everyday is hard, a struggle. Inside I feel as though I'm rotting. Heh. I'm even crying now. All I see in the mirror is a weak person, not unlike myself, who ties to be strong. I can't be strong. That's now how I was built. Every person has something bad going on, I know that. We all know that. But there is no one who knows how I feel. Some people would argue with that. Do I s
I wish someone had told me,
why this world was made,
why the flowers bloom,
or why I can't feel happy.
I wish someone had told me,
somewhere a world wasn't made,
somewhere flowers can't bloom,
somewhere I can feel safe.
I wish someone had told me,
nothing can be changed,
nothing is the same,
nothing has true reason.
I wish someone had told me,
someone feels the same,
someone knows these things,
and someone is like me.
I wish someone had told me!
Why didn't someone tell me?
No one could tell me,
just how painful it was,
just how dark it can be,
or is it just not clear to me?
If only someone had told me,
it might not have
I'm not pretty. I'm nowhere near beautiful. People will act like I am. They'll act like I'm a good person. Trust my word, they're wrong. I'm not nice. Every one of my friends says I am. They're wrong. They say I'm always happy and crazy. They don't know they half of it. Everyday is hard, a struggle. Inside I feel as though I'm rotting. Heh. I'm even crying now. All I see in the mirror is a weak person, not unlike myself, who ties to be strong. I can't be strong. That's now how I was built. Every person has something bad going on, I know that. We all know that. But there is no one who knows how I feel. Some people would argue with that. Do I s
School started yesterday. All my teachers are good and I have friends in all my classes. Some more people quit band this year and Reika was spazing cause the guy she likes quit. XD It was funny and he walked in right when she stopped. Not much has happened so far so there's nothin to say.
The last week has finaly arived for me. Oh man, it went way to fast. Sigh. I'm going to miss aoll my teachers. I hope you guys are enjoying your last few weeks/days of school.
I HAS A QUESTION! What would you guys like to see from me? I don't really draw that much. Well, my sis hogs the scanner, so that won't work. And I'm not really sure what kind of poetry you would like to read. Hmmm.
Hi~! C: I was wondering if you, as the epic person you are, would like to shoutout something on my Graffiti Wall? [link] Please tell your friends! I want to help people to get their voices out there~! :3 Thanks anyway. xoxo Dee
thanks for the watch and the fave! btw, if you click the 'reply' button below the message, you can reply and the person you're replying to is instantly notified that you have replied!