September 6, 2011 at 11:28am
Smiling on the outside,sobbing on the in.Apperentaly everything i do is sin.Nothing i do is ever good enough,but, still i try to stay big and tough.I wear a shell to protect me.Protect me fron a world filled with heartache, you see.But my perfect sturdy shell has its fair share of cracks,caused by constent, violent, and ruthless attacks.How much more can it possibly take?How much longer can i possibly fake?How much longer until this damaged shell of mine will finaly shatter?When my world comes toppoling down will it even matter?Will anyone care?The ansewer is no, because the world isn't fair.You can give them your love and trust them with your heart, and all they will do is rip it appart,until all thats left is a bloody mess.They will hand it back with a look of success.You try to use tape to peice it back together,
with the lightest of touches, like those of a feather.But the tape doesn't hold, it refuses to stick.That poor heart of yours starts to become sick.But there is no cure for betrayal, no pill for hurt,your heart then goes out with one final spurt.It finaly gives up, maybe you should too,because there is nothing you can possibly ever do.
