Untitled 2
I ruin everything
With my words.
Unable to be normal; I am perpetually alone.
It’s all my fault- I can’t have a normal relationship.
Because I always mess it up.
I want to back off.
But I’m afraid of being forgotten.
I don’t know how to function or what to do.
I just want to be accepted.
I live in a world of black
I feel so empty and alone...
Why does everyone hate me?
Philius commented on Untitled 2
01-20-2011
The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.
Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| It Hurts. | 0 | 04/13/2011 |
| Losing My Mind//Love | 0 | 02/16/2011 |
| Sensual | 1 | 02/06/2011 |
| What? | 0 | 01/23/2011 |
| Love. | 3 | 01/09/2011 |
| Line-By-Line Rant | 2 | 12/16/2010 |
| No. | 3 | 12/03/2010 |
| Untitled 2 | 1 | 12/03/2010 |
| Journies | 0 | 12/01/2010 |
| God's Mistake | 5 | 12/01/2010 |
| Untitled 1 | 0 | 12/01/2010 |
| Painter | 0 | 12/01/2010 |
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