breathe
what do you do when nothing seems right anymore. when all the words that you're typing seem wrong and mis spelled.
what do you do when you're heart is broken in two (million pieces)
and you feel so alone and worthless
what do you do when it comes down to that time when you have to pack up all the memories (good or bad) even when you don't want to
what do you do when you're crying and the only person who can help you stop is the person who orginally made you cry.
what am i supposed to think now that you're with her
am i supposed to know that you still love me
am i supposed to know you still want me
am i supposed to know you would still love to marry me
was i supposed to know you'd fuck her
how am i supposed to react to you telling me you want me to fuck another guy
how am i supposed to feel when i finally kiss someone besides you
how am i supposed to feel now that i'm single and i finally see that guy i've been dying to be with for 3 years (has it been that long)
i want him, i'll put up with you, i want to kiss you, i want to feel you
what are you supposed to do to fill the void
when at the same time i don't want it to be replaced yet
what are you supposed to do to fill the time when you wait for a phone call he promised he'd make
the loneliness overcomes me, engulfs me, surrounds me, takes over every inch of my heart filling up the holes he caused. the loneliness takes control of my brain twisting me, turning me, burning my soul. i feel like i'm collapsing into a never ending hole of hurt. and i'm alone, screaming to be heard but there's no one for miles.
i think he forgot his promise
why of all people am i thinking of Him now. he's so....so....not available but is. he has His girls (who he doesn't really want) but he still has that same girl from 5 years ago. and now. she wants. to have him.
i can't forget that smile he gave me as he saw me standing there against the wall waiting, waiting for him.
sadly, who ever i will be with, will probably be compared to everything of him.
doesn't it just fucking suck when you have thousands of thoughts going through your head at one time and you attempt to write it down and it comes out in a jambled mess.
and don't you wonder sometimes what the people think as they read.
will they understand at all?
what do you do when you're heart is broken in two (million pieces)
and you feel so alone and worthless
what do you do when it comes down to that time when you have to pack up all the memories (good or bad) even when you don't want to
what do you do when you're crying and the only person who can help you stop is the person who orginally made you cry.
what am i supposed to think now that you're with her
am i supposed to know that you still love me
am i supposed to know you still want me
am i supposed to know you would still love to marry me
was i supposed to know you'd fuck her
how am i supposed to react to you telling me you want me to fuck another guy
how am i supposed to feel when i finally kiss someone besides you
how am i supposed to feel now that i'm single and i finally see that guy i've been dying to be with for 3 years (has it been that long)
i want him, i'll put up with you, i want to kiss you, i want to feel you
what are you supposed to do to fill the void
when at the same time i don't want it to be replaced yet
what are you supposed to do to fill the time when you wait for a phone call he promised he'd make
the loneliness overcomes me, engulfs me, surrounds me, takes over every inch of my heart filling up the holes he caused. the loneliness takes control of my brain twisting me, turning me, burning my soul. i feel like i'm collapsing into a never ending hole of hurt. and i'm alone, screaming to be heard but there's no one for miles.
i think he forgot his promise
why of all people am i thinking of Him now. he's so....so....not available but is. he has His girls (who he doesn't really want) but he still has that same girl from 5 years ago. and now. she wants. to have him.
i can't forget that smile he gave me as he saw me standing there against the wall waiting, waiting for him.
sadly, who ever i will be with, will probably be compared to everything of him.
doesn't it just fucking suck when you have thousands of thoughts going through your head at one time and you attempt to write it down and it comes out in a jambled mess.
and don't you wonder sometimes what the people think as they read.
will they understand at all?
