Gotta love my fascade. My smile I've been wearing all day. When deep down inside, there is something tearing away at me. Not making me sad, nor angry, nor happy. Just empty. I feel like today, on my 15th birthday, I am dieing on the inside. Just not caring as much as I used to. And technically, that's not a bad thing. But it's when all the caring I have goes into one person, that's when things get ugly.
You may hate me. You may despise me. You might even think of me as non existant. But regardless, you are still ******** awesome to me. and I'd kill to speak to you again. My only wish.
My one and only wish is you.
Speak to me again, please.
"Love ya"
-Schizoid
 Refined Corruption · Mon Apr 18, 2005 @ 08:44pm · 0 Comments |
