

Hurf DurfWords can't express how I feel While I know its not something you force I grow weary of being patient Starting to wonder if its meant for meHurf Durf
I torture myself with the thought Everyone else seems to have it And I'm outside the window looking in Wishing to find my enterance
The satisfaction I felt when you lay there holding me I really don't know how to find it Or even where to look.
To make myself believe That what they've said is true Its near impossible for me to smile I'm no different than anyone else


UnknownWhen that one piece is missing. When all you can do is feel completely worthless, and used. Your existence is pointless; no need to try.Unknown
I mask myself in this writing, using it to tell myself it helps me feel okay. Maybe someone will read this and understand.
Ignored. Unwanted. Undesired. What the fuck makes me feel this way, and when will I feel better? Do you have my answer?


Pretending to ExistIts so easy to pretend, not even notice you're doing so. Don't show your emptiness to anyone; No need to bring them down.Pretending to Exist
Faking my own reality. Reaching out for what could be real, yet to "be" is just beyond my grasp.
I can't help but hide my pain; Crouching in shadows is easier than trusting. Why work so hard to be true, when one can just pretend to exist.


Something to LoveSeeking, searching, something to love. We long to give away our hearts. Seeing happy faces on others, hoping someday that might be us.Something to Love
We have a desire to love, for without it we feel empty. Wishing to fill that spacious hole.
No one cares what that something is, as long as it can make them complete.
Before you go out and give you heart away, ask yourself this: Is it just another something to love?
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~A song isn't always a Love Story, but a love story is always A Song~
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