Cannot be Mine
Some days, I know I'm truely alone.
I know I'm alone, because nobody's here.
Nobody's here,
to save me.
Your in my head,
your sweet scent surrounding me,
and yet still, you cannot be mine.
I lay awake at night,
whispering your name.
Over and over.
I know you cannot be mine.
I should have known you never could be,
who would be seen,
with someone like me?
An outcast,
someone different from everyone else.
Who sits alone at a table,
during lunch,
writing messed up poems,
about how much pain she's in.
"See her? Never talk to her."
I hear your conversations.
I hear you speak of me,
not to me, but about me.
I hear your friends,
making fun of me,
calling me names.
I know you, your not like that.
But to doesn't matter.
You cannot be mine.
Something to believe in.
I used to think life was just some messed up joke.
I know now, that it is not.
It's in no way a joke.
You have to have friends,
something to believe in,
and hope, to get through it.
Those things,
I don't have.
I had you once,
but now your gone.
Never to return.
So why bother?
My life's going to end eventually,
probably sooner rather than later.
I know in reality we can never be together;
so I just have to close my eyes and fall asleep,
because in my dreams,
your mine forever.
Sometimes, we build walls around us.
Not to hide from the world,
but just to see,
who cares enough
to break them down.
In my case,
I have nobody.
Not that it matters.
I rely on myself and myself alone.
I don't need help to stand up and fight.
I don't need anybody.
