Secluded Locations to Drawn Out Phone ConversationsA Poem by Airila
the thing is Ricky...i love you too much to be mad at you
i felt hurt and cast aside by you and i felt you didn't care but now its like....i dunno ''i guess your feelings for him are that strong huh?" sitting in the dark, crying on the phone on how bad it was how much you cut me the pain that no one could really understand couldn't sleep at all last night felt completely drained but i just couldn't fall asleep my silent cries fill the air i can't convince Ed that i don't care f**k i can't even convince myself with a tear filled ''i don't care'' neither of us can really believe ''Amanda you can't fool me or yourself that it doesn't hurt like hell, that cut you so f*****g deep'' he's right i can't bear it ''come on who you think you fooling? that's you brother. i know it hurts so bad right now'' even over the phone he sees into my soul you know me too well but i can't tell him that he hurt me is it even worth mentioning guess he kinda figured it out on his own i don't even know if I'm still his sister so what do i do? write it down like i always do and hope he sees it because i don't have the balls to say it out loud (Jon) invites me out again next week i honestly don't wanna go because i know I'll just be the extra wheel again (Jon) wants me to come...but i say it again with tears falling down my face "no because i know I'll just be nothing but a nuisance'' i can't go back there no one really wants me around since I'm the baby of the group i get side cast no one really feels the way they say they do about me everyone just lies to my face has something to say about the diabetic who won't stop cutting the panic victim...''we have an invalid in our circle'' i never really felt welcome just wanted to belong for once maybe I'll just do what (Yuffy) said n go die in that ditch hmm © 2010 Airila |
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Added on March 30, 2010 Last Updated on March 30, 2010 AuthorAirilaKingston, JamaicaAboutWhat is there really to say about me? I don't believe in confirmation to society's norms. You are who you choose to be. Me? I'm the passionately passionate object of your passion. I am who you think y.. more..Writing
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