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MY FEELINGS FOR TODAY! ENJOY! |
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I hate the day after my brithday, I feel all special on my b-day but then the next day I feel like s**t. Everyone treats you so special on your birthday, hell, If you went out and shot someone you'd get away with it for that day. Then the next day BAM! You're in jail, hanging on the bars, waiting for your mom, or someone else, to bail you out. ITS FFEEKIN RETARTED! I hate the day after my b-day so fricken much! Its like Im old news, yesterdays trash, a piece of s**t on the bottom of someone's shoe. And yadda yadda yadda, dont tell me this happens to everyone cause I know that is a big FAT LIE! Only the rejects get treated like this...Its so unfair...and idk why the hell Im even bothering to write this, aint no one gonna read it..but I bet you if I had posted this yesterday, everyone would have read and commented saying, "Oh, Kayla, I LOOOVE your journal entry.." And I'd be all like. "Mhm, yeah, You're only saying that cause its my FREEKING B-DAY!"
Damn, Im just making myself even more pissed and depressed...Im bored so here's a damn poem,
I sit alone this night,
In my palace of ice.
For a thought, once happy, once nice.
For so long I have lived,
High upon my throne.
My heart empty, bitter, and cold like a stone.
My tears freeze hard,
As they stream down my face.
My heart cries out for someone,
Someone to melt this place.
The walls that surround me,
Were built by my soul.
To tear them down now,
Becomes my only goal.
But alas, Im a prisoner,
My heart has not known love,
To set my sad heart free,
Requires a gentle glove.
Oh, to replace this palace of cold,
With dancing colors bright and bold.
To let go the pain that drains my heart,
To feel happiness, to make a new start.
To you, my prince, who I have yet to find,
I hand you the key,
To open my heart, and set me free.
 K a y l a s a u r o u s · Wed Nov 28, 2007 @ 01:34am · 3 Comments |
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