Every time I look at you I feel like less of me. What I once was good at (and probably still am) I feel incompetent with doing. Why is it that everyone is better than me? Why must I be the one with no talent? The one with no future? I tell myself that I… Continue reading Crying; Part 2
Author: CryingRain1
I'm always confused and I cry when I can't take it anymore. Maybe it's a bit babyish, but I don't care. Sometimes the tears flow and I just can't make them stop.
A Fact of Life
The ritualistic pain of life is never avoided. Some struggle through life with hardship after hardship. Some encounter brief periods of misfortune that take them by surprise. The latter, in my opinion, are the unlucky ones. Those whose entire life is hardship learn to adapt. They struggle for every goal, and thus enjoy them more.… Continue reading A Fact of Life
Innocence Falls
When we are children, we like to believe in the Snow Whites & Sleeping Beauties of the world. We like to believe that like Cinderella, we have a Fairy Godmother who will come down and sweep us away in our darkest hour. When we get older we turn to fairy-tale movies for hope that we… Continue reading Innocence Falls
Crying, Part 2
Every time I look at you I feel like less of me. What I once was good at (and probably still am) I feel incompetent with doing. Why is it that everyone is better than me?
Dazed and Confused
Sometimes when I’m all alone I start to wonder, who am I? I’m no one special now. Will I ever be? I’ve done nothing special. Will I ever? It makes me ask myself why. Why do I lack the follow through of great ideas?
Portrait of a Loser
Pictures are a provocative peek into the life of someone else. They are intimate portraits, sometimes baring the souls of these individuals. To just look upon those pictures, the ones of you smiling and laughing with your friends. Someone snapped that camera before you were ready and you couldn’t hide your soul from being captured.
Love’s Dagger
Her dark curly hair fluttered in the breeze as she looked at her reflection in her dagger. Only sixteen and she longed for death to claim her. She longed for the dark rider that came to her only in her dreams. She longed to feel his touch, to feel his icy hands caress her cheeks,… Continue reading Love’s Dagger
Always Crying
Painful ringing in my ears, Searing, hot, burning tears, Feels like acid on my cheeks. The agony of the weak.
Lonesome
Someone, please help me. Save me from myself. Don’t let me die by my own hands, Don’t let my sins go unbound.
Stupid Me
Please don’t pretend to care. Please don’t look at me with that cold blank stare. You know I love you and I always will,