<body><script type="text/javascript"> function setAttributeOnload(object, attribute, val) { if(window.addEventListener) { window.addEventListener('load', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }, false); } else { window.attachEvent('onload', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }); } } </script> <div id="navbar-iframe-container"></div> <script type="text/javascript" src="https://apis.google.com/js/platform.js"></script> <script type="text/javascript"> gapi.load("gapi.iframes:gapi.iframes.style.bubble", function() { if (gapi.iframes && gapi.iframes.getContext) { gapi.iframes.getContext().openChild({ url: 'https://www.blogger.com/navbar/22132228?origin\x3dhttp://pretzelprincess.blogspot.com', where: document.getElementById("navbar-iframe-container"), id: "navbar-iframe" }); } }); </script>

Tuesday, March 14, 2006

The Tears That I Cry
The tears that I cry,
Come racing down my face.
I now see that all of the things Ive done,
Was all just a big waste.

I have just one wish,
That they can see,
All of this pain
That they give me.

In the darkness,
I stand alone.
I will remain here,
Until I am just dust and bones.

Everyone only cares,
About what others think about them.
So theyll pick on just one,
And that is me for who I am.

People see me different,
Like I am a weird creature.
Please dont judge me,
Just by my different features.

I am a human being,
I shouldnt be treated like this.
People dont want me to live anymore,
they want me to slit my wrist.

But I know better,
If they only knew.
About the things
That they make me go through.

I have no friends,
No one that cares.
Every minute of my life,
I just want to shed to tears.

I cannot fight this on my own.
I am only one.
Away is where I want to go,
But I cannot just leave this battle and run.

After all,
it isnt meI am not the one who needs help.
They are hurting me to much,
I just want to scream and yelp.

I dont want anymore nightmares,
All they do is make me scream.
All I want is for one night,
Actually have a pleasant dream.

The fears that will come,
It is not right for a young person
To live the events,
Thatll just worsen.

Is it right?
For some one to fear tomorrow?
Why is it I,
That must feel this sorrow?

They laugh at me
And call me weird,
They dont understand,
That they are people Ive always feared.

I am afraid,
That if I look into their eyes,
I will become as evil as them,
And make others cry.

If they wouldnt taunt me,
I would be successful.
But they dont care,
But all I am now is stressful.

So,the tears that I cry,
Come racing down my face.
I now see that all of the things Ive done,
Was all just a big waste.

6:11 PM ;
reaching for the stars;