Unperfect image.

Though I may sound tough, though I may sound like I dont care, and I can be selfish, but the truth is that I still want to feel love. I still feel those words crashing down my heart as if were the wave trying to reach out to the sand and even though I may look strong I am nothing but a help less person seeking for some one to show me a kiss, a light, the sound of music running threw her eyes into her soul again, and though I may look like I dont care, I do. I care so much that I cant control my tears at night and when I try to sleep there are ghost reminding me of the pain to leave me staring at a un-bright star, I wake up with every movement, with every thought of the things ive done and do, I cant see myself threw a window knowing of all the things ive said and shown, and though you may think I am a perfect beautiful gurl at night I am nothing but a empty music box waiting to hear myself play peacefully rather than painfully.