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| Please, please forgive me,
But I won’t be home again.
Maybe someday you’ll have woke up,
And, barely conscious, you’ll say to no one:
"isn’t something missing? "
You won’t cry for my absence, I know -
You forgot me long ago.
Am I that unimportant...?
Am I so insignificant...?
Isn’t something missing?
Isn’t someone missing me?
Even though I’d be sacrificed,
You won’t try for me, not now.
Though I’d die to know you love me,
I’m all alone.
Isn’t someone missing me?
Please, please forgive me,
But I won’t be home again.
I know what you do to yourself,
Shudder deep and cry out:
"isn’t something missing?
Isn’t someone missing me? "
And if I bleed, I’ll bleed,
Knowing you don’t care.
And if I sleep just to dream of you
And wake without you there,
Isn’t something missing?
Isn’t something...
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| Donnie Darko is my husband.. and you cant do anything about it XD
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| ...you ripped my heart out, and left me there to bleed. come back, and finish the job. stab me, stomp on me, cut me, rape me, tie me to your car and let me drag along the road, throw stones at me, doesnt matter. just please end my life.
ps. this is my last entry..goodbye everyone | | |
| i've been enspired to update my xanga...although i have no idea what to say. But, this is a new beginning, it makes me wonder what life brings next. I'm not exactly looking forward to the new year, because mostly my days are filled with hunger for hapiness. I might be okay now...but later. who knows. the year 2005 stretched out for a century to me. It seemed like i would never survive amongst the merciless civelization, the constant jokes and heartaches. It seemed that people only took time to tease me, and toy with my emotions, tugging at me like a puppet. I dont mean to sound distressed, but looking over my shoulder to notice the past, isnt the best thing sometimes. I think i will carry this burden on my shoulders until my life reaches the dead end. But at least now when i enter the new time...i can try to redeem myself, and mend the broken peices that make up my life. | | |
| Well not much to say. but i must be a failure if i cant even kill myself. oh well. heh. i guess there are still things that i have to keep me alive..for now anyways. who knows when im going to lose them.Yeah. thats it. | | |
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