britheunicorn

Sometimes All I want Is for someone to come up to me and ask me what's wrong And I say nothing I only lean into them, and cry And they know, whatever it is. I just need them.

It`s not fair How with every conversation I fall deeper and deeper in love with you. Are you trying to do this? Do you know how much I think about you? "You're crazy," you say, "I like crazy." You say you trust me, Tell me I can trust you in return. And I've told you some of my darkest secrets, Things I thought I would never tell. Earlier, today, you told me you'd die for me, if you had to. You said I was your friend, it was the only thing you could do. I told you you shouldn't. That I'm not worth dying for, and when you tried to convince me different I wouldn't listen. But I did hear you, When you said you would die for me. If you would w

I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. Who is he? Why is he here? Should I trust him? Or should I run away? He is popular Has many admirers And they talk about him with eyes glazed Do I want to become that? Can I stop myself? I love him, I think... Do I? I don't know. I don't know. I don't know.

There's a guy on Dr. Phil that won Survivor six years previous. Now he's severely alcoholic, to the point where he can't walk or take care of himself. He could pass away any day. I just think that goes to show that even if you can survive through hard physical challenges, sometimes your mental burdens are just too much to handle.

1. The sorrow, the tears, the pain, the drug, the addictions, the pain, the sorrow, the loss of three years, the loss of my friends, the loss of the one and only I really truly care about. 2. My imagination may run away with me. I may lose control, I may zone out, I may not even remember who you are or how much you love me. Which brings us to 3. My brain. Stupid friggen brain. Ob a bad day, I won't believe you love me. On a horrible day I'm addicted to the feelings this brings me. 4. My fears. Scared of you, scaredof them, scared of walking to the store. Constantly afraid,  living in fear. So afraid i twists up my face in an awful way, and

She pretends to know But she doesn't Not really I can tell Read people It's not in the signs She's not the same as us Not from this world Not like our kind She doesn't belong here She doesn't understand us She should probably die We should probably kill her Would it be murder? Would it? Would it really? Should we kill her? She's not one of us Oh who am I kidding We're all born equal It would be bloody murder What the hell is wrong with me If I'm the murderer Maybe I deserve to be murdered Maybe I Should Just Lie Down And die.

He doesn't know. He will never know. He goes about with his everyday life watching movies, laughing, wishing he could get the girl of his dreams. To him I am just a friend. To me he is my very end. He will never know, and he will never suspect, that in love with him is the girl in the red dress.