Somtimes i get so angry with you for everything.
Sometimes I hate the person I know you are.
Sometimes I wonder what was truth and what was lies
Sometimes Im crushed beyond beleive
Somtimes Im proud Im gone
Sometimes I never want to think of you again
Sometimes that's all I do is think
Sometimes Im mad
Sometimes Im just plain dissapointed
Sometimes I don't fucking care
Sometimes I want to tell you all the terrible things you've done to me
Sometimes I just want to cry
Sometimes I can't stop smiling
But mostly. Im me, without you or us.
And that's okay.
I'll stay alive.
-- d
