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| Best Years of Our Lives These are the best years of our lives, right? What about the times when I was sad And the days when I was mad Depression consumes half my life Forgetting about boys and wanting a wife Telling my friends the truth about me Hoping they will just let it be The friendships I gained and lost along the way Thinking, �I�m not that bad, please will you stay?� When people only saw me happy, those were the days Those were the people who made me sad, changing my ways Writing my poetry, knowing it�s not good I wish I could write better, oh I wish I could I dish out my thoughts hoping you would care Then when I�m not sad, it�s like I�m not even there You talk about me and put me down Then say that you�ll see me around I wish I could go out and see the light Then I know things will be all right Until then I�ll just be sad Put myself down, saying I�m bad These are the days that are rather odd Hiding behind my clever fa�ade I do bad things, I know I do Then I insist on blaming it on you When you are not the one to blame I�m the one with this life to claim No one said that life was fair But no one said you shouldn�t care All I want is to be free All I want is to be me I want my life to be intact And not blow up and overreact I used to not care what people thought But now in high school, it�s like I�m being shot Suicide thoughts always run through my head Wanting it all to stop, wanting to be dead Would my friends really care If I was gone, or if I was there? Maybe we will just have to see Then I think, suicide isn�t for me I just want to know who I am once and for all I just want some friends who occasionally call Why does high school change you like this? I can�t keep up, what�d I miss? I want my life back how it was I guess I cant, just because This one year of high school seemed so long All the emotion I went though, everything I did was wrong I guess that�s why no one likes me anymore I seem so depressed; I�ve become a bore I can be happy again, yes I might Because these are the best years of our lives, right? 6/9/03 |
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| Reflections Reflect on my life These short 14 1/2 years seem so long I feel like I�ve "been there" I know I�m wrong Being in and out of love What IS love? Friendships I have The friendships I HAD What is a friend really? Are they the ones you talk to... Or do they talk to you? The secrets you tell them Or the secrets they tell you Friendships are two sided Love is two sided Am I two sided? I feel like I�ve �lived� Feel like I�ve traveled amid Open to new ideas But closed to new things They scare me so Things I don�t know Wanting to change Fear of becoming something I�m not Individualist, Feminist? What is an �ist really? Others's ideas inspire me Show me I want to become thee.. Am I still an individual? Feeling as if I had already won Feeling as if my time here is done I�d like to think that I don�t care And that peer pressure has no affect on me Becoming like other people day after day Maybe I�ll be myself today Slipping in and out of depression Massive emotion No confession Clean my soul, bring better things Happy things like bloody fangs The oddest things turn me on Weird obsessions� Weird interests� This is what makes me, me These are the things that set me free Now I am an individualist That�s all I want to be Still a confused 15 year old With my 14 � years that seem so long Falling in and out of love Making me strong Friendships I�ve had and lost along the way Reminds me that these reflections are here to stay 6/11/03 |
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| I love you forever in a day Nothing you say will make me go away Im here for you when you are feeling down Hey! Im like your own personal clown I might have said somethin that hurt your heart I want you to know that i will never part You were always more than a friend to me I need some way to make you see I love you more than words can say Please forgive me before you move away You are the one i will always miss Please forgive me, I love you Chris! Dedicated to Chris D. :-D luv ya chica!!!! ::kisses:: 6/5/03 |
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| Contributing to the End By A Song Today it was over Today you were gone And all I remember Is that graduation song You looked so beautiful When they called your name I want to turn back time I want old feelings to remain I�m so proud of you I want you to see I�m so proud of you I wish it were me But with the first note we played And the first step you took Made me cry I couldn�t look People think I�m obsessed For caring so much I just want them to know I really like you and such I can�t say �I Love You� I don�t know what that means I can say I like you a lot Because that�s how it seems I�m so confused About all of this All I know is It�s you I will miss Because today it was over Today you were gone And all I remember Is that graduation song 6/12/03 |
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| What is a friend? Is it the one who picks you up, or puts you down? This is the friend who puts you down and then walks on you because they forgot you were there. Tells me lies, using me for a last resort. Only sees me when I�m hurt, never there just to talk. Forces me to hold back feelings. Cant handle the truth and is hurt by the slightest thing. The person who drives me crazy day in and day out. I was their crutch to use until they found out their real friends. I was there for them through all the secrets and they told me things no one else knew, or so I thought. Now I�m a backdrop in their life. Thrown around and used over and over again in her many different scenes of life. There are so many things I want to say to you. None of which I regret. Feeling bad that I hurt your feelings but happy because you needed to know. How can I tell you that you made my life worse? You let go of me when I needed you most. Making up excuses and telling lies. Getting yourself out of every situation because you can�t handle the truth. I should have told you long ago. If you were my friend, you wouldn�t have let me go. But it�s over now. Maybe things will change. But until I feel like you want me, we are no longer friends� 6/15/03 |
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