Help me understand the method of your madness... All I want is to be loved unconditionally... Yet sadness is what greets me... At the doorway to this relationship and I can't help but wonder why... "I love you" is so much more easily said... Than done (so I have heard) but all I'm seeing is the lies... Like a porcelain doll with life-like eyes... I watch... Absorb all this hurt... Can't do much to fight back I wasn't built to move... Can't scream my perfectly proportioned porcelain lips are frozen in a smile... No all I can do is cry like in life with my life-like eyes.... Cause it eases the strain of being in so much pain... Helps me take it with a grain.... Of salt as the saying goes.... Being frozen must have its pros... Can't lash about and hurt myself... Can't charge at you with all I got.... Can't make you feel the pain that I have felt... I guess... Its like.... My broken heart has turned me to stone... Faster than a madusean stare... Alone... With aches so heavy I may fall and burst into pieces... Broken beyond repair... I need to understand why love has to hurt so much... Eons of lifetimes I could spend and still never know such... A sphinx of a riddle... Though my heart is in pieces each piece still loves you... So I'm caught in the middle.... Don't tell me you love me and treat me like I'm dumb... Love may make most ignorant... But I'm just feeling numb... Overwhelmed I've succumbed to the sadness when all I wanted was the method to your madness... My stone heart drops through my porcelain exterior... As my life like eyes fade into black... Life shatters... As a heart crumbles... And I who am nothing am left in nothingness... Inferior...
I don't exactly know where I was going with this... I think the problem with writing anger stuff is when your anger winds down... You don't exactly know where to go with it... (Losing what motivated you and whatnot)
I don't exactly know where I was going with this... I think the problem with writing anger stuff is when your anger winds down... You don't exactly know where to go with it... (Losing what motivated you and whatnot)
Oh..okay! So this is like "anger poetry" geared at the sig. other type stuff then. I like Eminem's stuff, his style is less abstract and much more to the point. Ha..
"You're a f*ckin' cokin' slut I hope you f*ckin' die, I hope you got to Hell and Satan sticks a needle in your eye...I hate your f*ckin' guts you f*ckin' slut I hope you die...die ie ie ie ie ie ie!!!! Please don't get me wrong, I'm not bitter or mad, it's not that I still want you or that I still want you back, it's just every time I think about you it makes me wanna yack, ya ya ya ya ya ya yack!!!
Very much inspired... I see where you were going tho. Feeling hurt and not being able to do anything about it. Not being able to voice your hurt to the person that loves you or SAYS they love you.
I love it.
Black people have become somewhat racist within themselves to a certain degree; it pisses me off to hear from a black person "she's pretty to be a dark skinned girl". As if dark skinned girls aren't pretty. BLACK IS BEAUTIFUL IN EVERY WAY!!!!!! - tatiana23
03-05-2009
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