Holding it all inside

The day i was going to confess to the guy i like was the day he asked the school s**t out T___T was it good or bad luck? still cant really tell.

hey

look over here for just one second

cant you see i love you?

cant you feel my hate?

the pain tells me this is real

 

all of this is too vibrant

too sharp, like the prick of needles at my heart

it hurts to look at you

becasue my feelings end where they start

start where they end

round and round

 then begin over again

 

skipping C.D.

matches the throbbing in my chest

your face haunts my sleep

robbing me of needed rest

and..how can this make me...

so happy? to hear your voice

makes my day seem bright

I need to make a choice

i would tell you if i could find my voice

 

hey

tell me you dont love me

free me from this chain

binding me to you

im trying so hard, just to refrain

from letting these feelings take over

just tell me now

kill this emotion before i hope

only, how....?

I havent even told you yet

It hasnt even started

Author's Note

ignore the badness.

Reviews

[Jinx's Heart]

There isn't "badness". It's an honest feeling. The feeling of desperation to know what to do is so evident in here. The rhythm is very well done. It flows well. I always appreciate those who use metaphors well. I just all around like your work. :)

[angiebangee]

I'm sorry! but in the end, it was good luck that he did that. Someone who wants to date someone with the reputation of being not too much more than a s**t probably isn't capable of a very good relationship anyhow.