Lynn-10397

When I look through the window all I see is rain. Pouring down from the heavens above. Pouring down as if to say "Remember why you feel this way!" They want me to remember all the pain and suffering you've caused me. All the tears I've shed. All the sorrows brought on and the joy that has gone. To remember what you've done, So maybe this time I wont go back for more. And still among every tear that I've shed there's a longing that nags at me to return to the horror. But beyond all the bruises and blood that I've shed. Beyond all the broken bones and the sleepless nights. Beyond all the "accidental falls" that I've taken and the things that

Why can’t you tell me? But you can tell her instead? We’re supposed to “love” each other. So why can’t you tell me? When you have a bad day you tell her. When you need a shoulder to cry on you turn to her. You can talk to her for hours on end but how many times have you called me? None. I call you and you have to go. She calls you and you can stay. When you’re in a bad mood you won’t talk to me. I call her and she tells me why. You won’t talk to me but you can talk to her. You tell me she means nothing to you but I can’t help but wonder. You’re not afraid to make her upset but you w

I can feel you staring at me from across the room. I try to ignore it and pretend that I don’t notice, but I can’t. I think to myself “Just look up for a second, one peek won’t hurt.” I look. When I look up our eyes meet and I feel reality start to slip away. The teacher’s words become muffled and the surrounding room starts to fade away. This is what I was afraid of. It’s what happens whenever I see you. I freeze up and panic. And I must look away. I have to look away. You probably think it’s because I don’t truly like you or that I have something to hide. But that’s because you don

Happiness What is it? Is it all those times spent laughing? Is it all of the good memories you've had? Is it your big house or fancy car? No Happiness is all of the time spent laughing and crying All of your memories both good and bad You can’t have the happy without the sad It doesn't matter about your car or house Happiness is where home is And home is where your friends and family are It’s where you’re happy Happiness is what you need to fill that little hole inside that slowly eats away at you You can’t fill the emptiness with money or a fake smile You can’t buy happiness So why try to? Don’t just put o

All alone Trapped like a dragonfly in a jar Stuck in a crappy world Where people laugh at you not with you Every minute spent breathing is another minute wasted All of this hate swirling around Surrounded Tired and worn out It sucks the life right out of you Eventually it just feels like a car crash It all happened so fast you don’t know where you went wrong Wounded and sore You close your door Lock it all up Crawl back deep inside All alone