tararara.. a butterfly is flying around my laptop i think. or maybe its just me.
yeah, probably its just me.
weird.
probably because i'm also weird.
that's what people have been telling about me
behind my back, behind closed doors.
and i pretend not to listen
though i hear
and i pretend i'm not hurting
though it kills me inside.
and every night i look at my computer
blogging my world
my heart is breaking
always breaking, never healed.
how i long for the day
when i won't care about anything
when i won't get hurt
because of people who don't care
when pain is just a waning
shadow of the moonlit moon.
but still i hear their voices
and i see their lies
i can't help but pretend
to be happy
while my heart dies.
friends
friends lost
when i'm alone
always, always alone
solitary figure
walking on her own.
behind these walls
i built
a dying doll
grasp
grasp the vines
but it's all poison lies
bloody grave
of
heartbreak
death
and
goodbyes.
Izobelle Pulgo
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-don-t-want-to-hear-myself-think/
