The world, such a meaningless place full of pain...
When somebody dies no matter how dear to you they...
~Lockers~
Looking through the hallways there is one object...
The Ever Elusive
You were happy once...
The Rain
Looking through the window as if I was looking...
Hurt feelings rushing through my mind, a heart...
The past has gone...
Happiness is just a mean joke. It is something to be admired from a distance but is too perfect to even be touched. |
Who you are and who you think you are, are always two different things. The most devastating thing is when you realize that you've become everything you hate in a person and that you never who you thought you were |