I cry myself to sleep, I wonder what it'd be like to love for good.
I cry myself to sleep, and wonder who else, s crying with me.
I wonder what it's like, to feel good for once.
I cry silently, awake in my bed, afraid my mother might hear me if I'm loud.
I cant let her know, because I'm not someone, who can let it all go.
What if, I told you right here and now.
Would you laugh?
Would you cry?
Would you tell me to get a life?
I'm not wanting attention, and f I am I don't know it.
I don't want the pity, because my mind can't hold onto it.
Would you, tell me, your life is worse?
Or would you be a friend, and tell me it'll be alright.
What if I told you, I cry because I miss him.
Because I want him.
To hold him,
to touch him,
to feel his hand clutched in mine,
To feel the bracelet given move as we swing our hands.
I want to be able to talk with him,
I want to be able to laugh with him,
to comfort him,
to stay with him.
I tell myself I am scared, but not of having or loving him, but to lose him.
My heart skips a beat when he tells me he loves me.
My mind goes blank, when I see him online.
He's so wonderful, so cute, handsome and mine...
But what f I tell you, he deserves better than I?
Would you Lie to me to make me feel good?
Would you agree with me, knowing I'd cry?
Or would you be my friend and tell me, from the bottom of your heart it'll be alright.
I love him, I love him when he smiles, I want to comfort him when hes down.
But my mind triggers my anger, at small useless things.
Can anyone help me? Bare with me, through such anger?
Or can you understand it, know it, embrace it and help me through it.
I want him to love me, for me.
But everyone is a total complete different person over the internet.
I cry in my sleep, because I know I shouldn't have such a wonderful man.
I cry, because I love him, and I know I'm mean to him for no reason.
.-_I wish I knew how to control my anger, so I could be nice, and show him...that he hasn't made a bad choice in his life, when he chose me as his girlfriend..._-. I love you Corey.














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The older lady harrumphed. "I warned you, daughter. This
scoundrel Hades is no good. You could've married the god of doctors or the god of lawyers, but noooo. You had to eat the pomegranate."
I hope everything gets better for you soon.
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*Whatever happens......It wasn't me.*
-In Nomine Patris, Et Filii, Et Spiritus Sancti.-
This is very nice written.
Im so sorry that you have to feel this way.
its hard to let your anger go they only thing that works for me is breaking things (( i dont recogment it to you its sort of expansive))
i think you should just tell him how you feel and be honest and if he doesnt want you i guess you hav to accept it.
I hope youll be alright soon though
Your poem is really nice written full of emotions and passion, so much uncertainty and pain but i still hope it will turn all out alright.
Love Anya Hisoka Sam
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In every story...
There are..
Anger...
Heroisme...
Magic...
Sadness...
Friendship...
But...
Above all things...
LOVE...
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*Whatever happens......It wasn't me.*
-In Nomine Patris, Et Filii, Et Spiritus Sancti.-
oh well
your more then welcome ^^ HUGS back
anyway i dont see my point of vieuw in matters have to mean so much but your more then welcome anyway.
at the moment im doing a little better. i still cant type long and read much but im getting there.
i have a bacterial infaction in both eyes and everything thats connected to the eye (( you do the thinking of that )) is badly infacted T.T
so yes it hurts alot.
In 3 months they should be healed though
If not .....
I dont want to think about what comes after that.
So far keep up the good work ^^
Anya sam Hisoka
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In every story...
There are..
Anger...
Heroisme...
Magic...
Sadness...
Friendship...
But...
Above all things...
LOVE...
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*Whatever happens......It wasn't me.*
-In Nomine Patris, Et Filii, Et Spiritus Sancti.-
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