:::Dreams Of Clarity:::

wat is home?

And I'm torn in pieces
I'm lyin there waiting for
My heart is reeling

i've been reali pushed to my limits these daes, for some time home was neva a place i could obtain e peace i need from life, but i understood e circumstances n i tolerated as much as possible, but these daes i can't take it no more...i'm so tired, tired of xplainin myself to pple who will neva understand, pple who dun give me a chance, pple who onli tink e worst of me when they're e veri ones who raised me n shld noe me e best but in fact noe shit...everytime i fight back, i noe i hurt dem, but do they noe tat wat they say hurts me? do they noe tat everytime i fight back its like stabbing my own heart? its times like these tat i reali wanna runaway...pls lord, i need a break, i feel like i've done everythin they asked for, obeyed every command they've given, achieved things neva achieved b4, n yet i am given no pardon for anythin i do nor understandin for e fact tat my life might not be as rosy as it looks...

Now this angry little girl
Drownin in this petty world

God, it's good to be alive

*OUT*
aLiSoN

posted by alison @ 12:50 AM