I'm debating whether or not to hijack my dad's van, while in my jammies, and drive down to the 24 hour supermarket 5 or so miles away, in search of vodka. The 3.45am boredom has struck.
wow. it's good. it's better that good. you should keep it there. it is seriously the best poem I have read on here(no offence to the other poems I have read.) keep it there. it rox!
oh and for the tai-kwon-do thing, that is AMAZING. that is totally and completely exciting.
wanna help me wth my poem? As I carve your name into my heart, I fake a smile and pretend my heart isnt breaking apart. I pretend its not true; I pretend its a joke that my love is so real, when i see you, i choke.
Why is it always like this? What did I ever do wrong? When will these horrible feelings end? I've waited far too long.
You make me see myself with so much hate. I will certainly die young, at this rate. I want it to end; for the pain to leave. It's so hard to have faith; it's so hard to believe.
I dont want this, definitley not i want this to stop, for the hurt to be caught. To be freed from my thoughts, untied from the ropes that held me so tightly, and shattered my hopes.
But then again, if i forget I would leave the memories, and have so many regrets. I'd leave the happiness, though I'd have to deal with the pain, but is it better than living in shame?