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"Nobody wants to go it on their own"

The loneliness seems to surround me
Tears flow down endlessly
I just want to finally believe

"Everyone wants to know they're not alone"

I sit in utter silence, waiting
For "Mr. Write", the real thing
A go-getter still interested in giving

There's somebody else that feels the same somewhere"

Another lonely soul, who's been through pain
Been hurt over and over again
Maybe it even made them go insane

"There's gotta be somebody for me out there"

"The one", you know what I mean
Fills in the whole, fulfills my dreams
Truly, I want as good as they seem

"Nobody wants to be the last one there"

I can't be the only one who's in need
Begging, to at least not be made to bleed
Desperation, wanting truth isn't greed


"Cause everyone wants to feel like someone cares"

A hand to hold, a soul to know
Doesn't have to be made of gold
A silver lining, only honestly told

There's somebody else that feels the same somewhere"

Emotional touch, caressing me deep
Within my soul, not only when I sleep
Shocking to life my wildest dreams

"There's gotta be somebody for me out there"

*Do you know,
Where is he?
Yes, Nickelback' s "Gotta Be Somebody", don't judge... Thx. :)
I'm not sure what's more painful
the fact that someone is struggling to live
or watching them as they slowly die
knowing that there is nothing you can do.

What does it feel like when you die?
Is it scary?
Is it calming?
Does it feel like black waters ******* you down under,
and pulling you towards a different light and surface?

If there are such things as ghosts,
which I believe there are.
Then that must mean there is some sort of afterlife, right?
Energy can not be created or destroyed,
so where does it go when we die?

What does it mean to die anyway?
I'm still not sure if I know the reason.
Is it a great sacrifice for a cause that we yet do not know
is it a symbol that makes us remember what we hold dear to us?

Or is it much darker than that?
Could it be a way to suffocate us
in the quicksand that is the hour glass of our lives?
Crushing us as we squeeze through the narrow center
and causing our life to be put on hold.
For we can not move forwards,
we can not move at all.

How could something so inevitable
still be a huge mystery?
It's like the one locked door
that every child avoids
until one kid somehow opens it.
All the adults will call him foolish,
but he is brave.

Is it wrong to want to understand the unknown?
Is it wrong to want some answers?
Well I know it isn't wrong,
I just wish I could do something.
But I can't.
Now i'm helpless
and constantly failing.

All I got out of these questions,
my experiences is,
I just know better than most
that some things are better left a mystery.

One must discover it on their own
to ever truly comprehend it.
He's a freshman.

Does that make me a pervert?
A junior would be fine,
A sophomore isn't too bad;

But he's a freshman.

If I was a guy and he were a girl,
     Would I feel less weird?
Am I a cougar?
Because I'm a senior, and

He's a freshman.
I kinda have this weird attraction to/crush-thing on a freshman in one of my electives...
- - -
What is this?
I forgot my password
I'm back now
Are you ready for me?
Where the **** do my arms go?
So many meanings, all of them me.
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Bracci means arms in latin.
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