Thoughts. [They Plague Me Constantly]
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Thoughts. [They Plague Me Constantly]
Maybe, in life, no matter how hard you try, you're destined to fail.
From the very beginning, the universe or something is just against you.
Or you take a wrong turn, and can't find your way back.
And you don't notice at first. Then one day you're suddenly left thinking, How did I get here? How did everything get so messed up?
And you try to pinpoint exactly when it happened, what went wrong, but you can't. And for the rest of your miserable life it haunts you.
Maybe, there's sometimes nothing you can do anymore. If you tried a thousand times and still, you fail. But you're still left with that little sliver of hope, tiny, inside you.
And eventually, as always, you'll be let down. And your hopes are crushed, and you feel empty again. You feel alone, and like nothing really matters.
But it does. It matters more than you'd ever admit.
There's some things you can never quite get used to.
You can push it to the back of your mind, not think about it.
But it's always there. And in the darkest of times, it comes to the forefront, devastating you.
You find something that makes you happy, you fuck up and lose it.
With one statement, or even one word, realizations are made. And suddenly, you see the world and the situation for what it really is.
How could I be so oblivious?
And by then, you can't go back.
In your heart, you knew all along, but you couldn't consciously acknowledge it.
But maybe, just maybe, you can try one more time to fix things.
And to start over. Maybe you'll fail. Maybe there's nothing you can do.
Maybe there's no point.
Maybe there is.
Here's to lowering caskets of old friends,
Choice and consequence.
We'll birth a new day,
With the death of an old and,
Start over, Start over.
Here's to burying hatchets in those
Who you'd never call your friend.
We'll birth a new day with the death of an old, and..
Start over. Start over.
Btw, I don't really care what any of you have to say about this blog.
This isn't for you. This is for me, to get my emotions out a bit.
But I figure it'll entertain you for a good two minutes.
So keep your rude comments and/or opinions to yourself.
From the very beginning, the universe or something is just against you.
Or you take a wrong turn, and can't find your way back.
And you don't notice at first. Then one day you're suddenly left thinking, How did I get here? How did everything get so messed up?
And you try to pinpoint exactly when it happened, what went wrong, but you can't. And for the rest of your miserable life it haunts you.
Maybe, there's sometimes nothing you can do anymore. If you tried a thousand times and still, you fail. But you're still left with that little sliver of hope, tiny, inside you.
And eventually, as always, you'll be let down. And your hopes are crushed, and you feel empty again. You feel alone, and like nothing really matters.
But it does. It matters more than you'd ever admit.
There's some things you can never quite get used to.
You can push it to the back of your mind, not think about it.
But it's always there. And in the darkest of times, it comes to the forefront, devastating you.
You find something that makes you happy, you fuck up and lose it.
With one statement, or even one word, realizations are made. And suddenly, you see the world and the situation for what it really is.
How could I be so oblivious?
And by then, you can't go back.
In your heart, you knew all along, but you couldn't consciously acknowledge it.
But maybe, just maybe, you can try one more time to fix things.
And to start over. Maybe you'll fail. Maybe there's nothing you can do.
Maybe there's no point.
Maybe there is.
Here's to lowering caskets of old friends,
Choice and consequence.
We'll birth a new day,
With the death of an old and,
Start over, Start over.
Here's to burying hatchets in those
Who you'd never call your friend.
We'll birth a new day with the death of an old, and..
Start over. Start over.
Btw, I don't really care what any of you have to say about this blog.
This isn't for you. This is for me, to get my emotions out a bit.
But I figure it'll entertain you for a good two minutes.
So keep your rude comments and/or opinions to yourself.
Thoughts. [They Plague Me Constantly] :: Comments
Ah, I know the pattern all too well.
You'll be fine.
At least you have some hope left, Keila <3
You'll be fine.
At least you have some hope left, Keila <3
"But you're still left with that little sliver of hope, tiny, inside you."
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