Bokushi

10 things I hate about me by: Victoria DiTomassi I hate the way I talk to you even when you're not there I hate the way I sit at home and wish that you would care I hate my low self esteem and the fact that I've lost my mind I hate me so much I feel I'm dead just waiting for the end of time I hate the way I'm selfish and wrong I hate it when I try I hate it when I'm all alone yet people see me cry I hate it when I'm with myself and no one bothers to call But most of all I hate myself so I don't have to hate you at all, I see in myself the things I love, the things I found in you, I can't hate you though, but you made me

I hate myself, for all that I've done. I hate myself, for trying to live. I hate myself for showing emotion. I hate myself for attempting to love. I hate myself with a burning passion. I hate myself for all that I am. I hate myself for crying my eyes out. I hate myself for trying to stand. I hate myself, nothing can change that. I hate myself for not having died. I hate myself for cutting the rope. I hate myself, for the failed suicide. I feel the grip of my own self-hatred. I feel the cold, hard hand of God. His grip is cruel, his humor worse. He sent me from being happy, to this lonely rotting hearse. I hate myself because o

Days in class seem pointless, Hours go by without notice, A void of saddness creeps in, Our world as we know it seems to spin, To many questions no answers found, Can't stare strait must look to the ground, A dark cloud hovers over my soul, Not letting me free, not letting me go, Holding me in heavy metal chains, Keeping me in, keeping me restrained, Depression attacks my once flourishing heart, Turns it cold, rips it apart.

Love is nothing, Without a kiss. Love is everything, When you feel like this. Love is precious, When they mean everything to you. Love is painful, When they're not with you. Love is priceless, The true kind can't be bought. Love is life... When it's all you've got. 11/24/2003 bleh...tell me how you like it...o.o;

i've wanted you, In the best way This love is simple yet a trainwreck Following how long it takes to cry after someone... Count the ticks on your watch We are the worst and you'll only see your best Our love could be pure or just a trainwreck Reading between the lines causes me to go blind But silence makes my mouth dry How can this feeling you speak of live forever? i'll never understand or question why All i've known is a want for you All i need is the love The kind that makes flowers bloom and snowfall The kind that keeps skin revealed at night and hidden in the day The secrets would be kept, told alone i've never wanted a

they whisper in my head i know i shouldn't i know i shouldn't she won't leave me alone we have same eyes her sharp fingers holdin my arm she whispers... they whisper with her that dark corner again my heart is putrefied i can't hold the breathe anymore... they're grinding my lungs a grey area reflected into my weak eyes a child is crying "you understand now? i'm ALONE!!!" she's cutting the child's arms i can't stop her i won't stop her i just hug the child looking at the cold floor's slits coloring of blue they look at us with selfish grimaces...

That look you gave from afar drop everything. I didn't know why, but I haven't felt hint of guilt. Because I have chosen a two-face than you. Its something about it, you're not that it. I'm jealous that you're perfect - I hate myself. Thats why. I lost everything to you when we lie in bed. I'm not complaining, I hissed from your touch. What do you expect? I thought of it than you. It didn't exist here anymore, why complain. I thought - so move along and claim me. I'm your doll. All you do is stare into my eyes. I am yours, I moved on and you didn't. Your still have hatred when we talk. I watched you through the crowds. I'm sti

I'm tired of saying "I'm sorry" I'm tired of hearing "you owe me" I'm tired of misunderstandings leading to him being mad at me for stupid shit I'm tired of feeling used I'm tired of bringing it on myself I'm tired of causing so much pain I'm tired of not trying in things that ought to matter And I'm sick of trying to heal people that don't want to get well I'm sick of trying to fix people That I secretly know I can't. I'm tired of living my life day to day and not getting anywhere I'm sick of the cycles my life follows I'm tired of living within my restraints And I'm sick of being too lazy to break free of them I'm sick of be

Love is the Slowest Form of Suicide Why do you keep her tied down, Constantly telling her she is worthless or a waste, Calling her names, Making her cry, Is this your idea of a fun time? As much pain that you seep into those strings, Those daggers you use to put holes in her heart, She has friends like me to repair them, To spread across her just as many happy memories, Just as many good comments and remarks as you can think of bad. She calls it suicide because she can't stop you, She says to me, "Love is the slowest form of suicide." Next time, I will reply, "But your friends will be there fore you even after you yourself give u

rain is in the mood of sky, and since yesterday pieces of him is still hiding in the street corners they're deadly silent infront of screaming noises i'm so fully alive that sometimes i'm losing my grasp and his laugh sounds like the swing-chain in the city park tell me about misery, and i'll have to stay forever with mad hunting dreams, will you make them worry? because i'm catching a cold for fun it's so insane that it makes no sense to be sane i just need some time to repair and redo a distant smell of cranberry aroma tickles her nose in the music café, and i'm carrying a little piece of obscure regret trough the stree