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By Crystal Date: 2003 Jul 01 Comment on this Work [[2003.07.01.10.30.5921]] |
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In my bedroom, I feel comfortable to be myself, to crawl into bed, curl up into a ball, with the memories of all you've ever said, and the emptiness of all that you have not, and cry myself to sleep. I do this because I am so broken hearted, and I find myself no longer praying, that you will come to terms with your feelings, and explain to me what exactly is going on, but instead, praying that I will forget that I once knew you, forget that you ripped my life apart. The next morning, I lie awake in bed and I am so saddened that I am feeling this way. All of these mixed emotions are driving me into the deepest darkest place I have ever been- alone in my room, to just cry. But outside of those four walls, I am nothing more than an actress onstage, portraying a confident, happy strong woman, to some, and a cocky bitch to others. How I wish that I could be the person, everyone expects me to be and not have to hide myself for the fear of arguements. |