Well look at that....now they've got me writing in these journal things. Well isn't everyone doing it now?? Well I guess....here I go....
I know people care, of course they do. So why does everything seem broken up right now. Everyone at school is breaking apart right at this moment. I can't grasp exactly why. Why now? Why, when I actaully thought I would be happy again ... Maybe I wish I could go back to where I was happy, back in time. I wonder...Does heaven have a phone number? If it did i'd call my grandmother, because I love her with all my heart and she was always there to smile at me. No one smiles at me the right way anymore. What is the right way? ...I don't know... She is lonely Even though you can't tell She is reaching out For what, she doesn't know She will continue to sit in silence And hope that someone may stumble across Her and all of her emptiness But they only hope that they do it in time Otherwise she will have drifted too far And she may let go Of whatever grasp of the world she has As she slowly fades out of the lives of everyone Nearly unnoticed. -Sigh- What am I trying to say? What am I saying to something that can't even talk back to me. A journal with no voice. And yet, I bet your reading this my friends, is that what everyone writes for? For someone to stumble along and read what we have written? I guess it just makes us feel better...
KemicalxDna · Wed Apr 07, 2010 @ 05:00am · 0 Comments |