There is not much to say for a woman with very few things that she is willing to share. I write poetry to get some of my emotions out. but.. eh.. i don't care. maybe i should care and quit being so damn hollow all the time. f*ck that. i don't like to care. caring hurts.
why does caring hurt?
i don't know. but love is caring and love hurts. f*ck love.
what about hate? hate doesn't hurt as bad as love.. so why is hate bad and love good? maybe because love makes you happy and can make you do good and hate makes you do bad. well hate makes you angry.
maybe people love to give them something to live for. but love is supposed to be selfless.. i guess nothing is 100 percent selfless. life sucks so people need SOMETHING to live for. i know i do. i have something to live for.. well some one. I don't know why i am the way i am. people like who i am though they don't know me well enough to judge. judging prematurely isn't the smartest thing to do because to you i can be the most trustworthy person you know but behind closed doors i can be the foulest person you know. but i would say that I'm a nice person for the most part ^_^ hehe
hugs are for people who should be held together
kisses are so your lips wont fall
hearts are for inevitable pain
passion is for the strong and willful
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Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
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its breaking as we speak
the promise you failed to keep
its growing old and week, but you promised.
you swore to keep your word
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i hate my life i want to die
its hard to count how long i cry
low self-esteem let out a sigh
no confidence tell people lies
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