My little house . . .
Today, I feel . . .
I haven’t been feeling to good lately. Kind of depressed I guess. I came home today and just lost it! I don’t know why today, when I’ve been feeling this way for weeks. Grrr . . . Uber lame! =’( *sigh* oh well, what could you do?
I started listening to music that matches my mood, and I think I found THE song. The perfect song for me. I think I blogged about it before. It’s a song called “Little House” by The Fray. Here , Little House
I added some things to it, just to get it off my chest. I’m not hoping that you like it, I’m just hoping that you get it.
*DISCLAIMER*
This piece is very dark and full of angst. Not suitable for closed minds or children.
MY “Little House”
She doesn’t look, she doesn’t see
Opens up for nobody
Figures out, she figures out
How many times do I need to be disappointed for you to get it?
What do I need to do to prove to you that I don’t need your shit in my life?
As I watch one of the people whom I can’t lie without, breathe without;
I watch them deteriorate into someone I’ve never met, not knowing how much time we have left until they’re gone . . . forever . . .
Narrow lines, she can’t decide
Everything short of suicide
Never hurts, nearly works
I need to feel it, see it.
As it runs blue in my veins;
Blue . . . Purple . . . Red . . .
I need it . . .
Something is scratching its way out
Something you want to forget about
It’s taken a hold on me.
I won’t let me go without a price.
No one knows what it wants . . . But me.
I know . . .
A part of you that will never show
You’re the only one that will ever know
There’s a reason I don’t let people in.
All they do is drain you.
Take what they want, and run.
I don’t need them.
I don’t need you.
Take it back to where it all began
Take it back, want you to understand
What it’s all about, what it’s all about
No one gets it.
No one’s seen what I’ve seen, heard what I’ve heard.
No one can honestly say that they’ve felt the same betrayal as I have for my entire life.
But you would never know it, because I would never tell you.
Something is scratching its way out
Something you want to forget about
You see me, happy, fun, loving life.
Would you be surprised to find that it’s all a lie?
No one expects you to get up
All on your own with no one around
All you’ve do is push me down.
You’ve made me want to be as numb as I am.
Thank you.
Something is scratching its way out
Something you want to forget about
I wish there was a way to repay you.
To show you what you’ve made me into, but then I remember, you would love to know what you’ve done to me.
That’s why you did it in the first place.
So as the cool steel of this razor kisses my wrist, I just wanted to say . . .
Thank you . . .
No one expects you to get up
All on your own with no one around
Thank you.
Ummm . . . Yeah, that’s me. I honestly don’t know what to do to help myself. I keep pointing to the obvious. What is my purpose here? Who needs me? Nobody.
Maybe some Ishkabibble will cheer me up?
Let’s try that again, shall we?
*Sigh* Or maybe not . . .
