I give up, I give up, I give up, I give up.....
I love him. I love him SO MUCH. But he loves her, and she hates him, and he's blind to it....... I love him.
They say if you love someone, you can't get them out of your mind.
And I've been thinking about that.
And I wonder..... what if... what if they're not supposed to be there?
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I'm so sick of him.
I love him, I really do. I miss him terribly. I don't think I could live without him.
Loving him is keeping me alive, but it's killing me.
And I've been thinking about that.
And I wonder...... maybe.... maybe by keeping myself alive in him, I'm already dead.
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I'm forgetting about him.
I can hardly remember why I started to love him now. True, I still love him, but I can do without him now.
But I wish I could feel warm without him.
I wish I could feel again.
And I've been thinking about that.
And I wonder..... can a..... can a heart still beat when it's so badly broken?
I'm giving up. These all were thoughts I had over the car ride home. These, and much more, made me realize how worthless life really is.
I love you all, I really do. But I don't feel loved. I know someone, somewhere, really understands me.
But all that person has done is hide.
If you feel you want to put up with a depressed me, show me you care. Call me before Tuesday. Cell number- *WOW CAN I NOT*
If you are going to be sick, pressuring, or obnoxious, don't bother calling.
Until I hear your voice,
Lois
 LongWayHome · Sun May 20, 2007 @ 11:07pm · 4 Comments |
