her love is tainted barely there at all she's cold and jaded her back against the wall always on the defensive with no intent to listen shes stubborn and stuck up and can't stop *******' and if she wasn't my mother there'd be no way to tolerate her aura of negativity the way she spews hate the way others brush it off with an understanding nod after all she has God...
my mother in a nutshell though no one is that simple
Lies... I’m so ******* sick of them. I’m so sick of the people who claim they love you telling them. I’m so sick of accepting them. I’m tired of hearing them being told about me and me having no way to defend myself from them.
I just wish us truthful people would be able to grab them out of the air and stomp them out on the ground. But if that could happen, I guess I’d be in jail for assaulting everyone whose claimed to love me.
**** em all. The only way I could possibly get away from all these liars is by withdrawing myself from society.
You have this smile. This smile that always sits on your full lips. Yet when the presence of an other soul disappears so does that smile. People say that your eyes gleam with something special, but I can see the thin layer of tears that create the illusion of joy. You always stand so straight but I know you crumble to the floor when you're alone. I know you sit on that rooftop wishing someone was there to hold you.Yet only the wind is there to wrap itself around you. Theres no one. No one will ever love you. No one will ever care for you the way you dream of. I can hear those awful words that you let float through your ears. I'm here. No where you can see, but I'm here.
Hell is when you are in pain But don't show it Cause you don't want a million questions Hell is when you feel pain And there's no moral No lesson When you are trapped in emotion And have no control over what will happen When the tears roll down your cheeks and you can't stop them When your soul is screaming But no one will listen When your soul aches When your eyes are blinded by the heaviness The hurt The pain And knowing that tomorrow, The cycle stays the same When smiling actually hurts your feelings because its proof that you're a liar You're lying to yourself And everyone else Cause when they see that smile They don't see the pain The tears The emotions felt But just a facade you put up Because you're scared. Scared of the implications And seeing how people actually feel- Do they care about me? Only God knows And meanwhile the pain grows Fornicates, multiplies! And so do the lies The "I'm okay"s The "I'm fine"s But back to what I was saying, Hell is when you have a million ways To explain your pain