'I write because I know how, it’s how I breath, it’s how I know. It’s my weapon of all weapons, drawing the silver linings to clouds, giving pictures a meaning and colors definition. I write because I think, I think too much and do too little. It is within my burning soul to write and somehow find answers in between those lines. To tell a story, maybe a survival story , maybe to record that I was here and I too somehow made up this universe during my time. Let me write… let me breath. ' Amanda
Sunday, May 2, 2010
It be like that sometimes.
You never see pain on my face. The smile is here so people don't ask questions but inside I die. These words are the tears that I REFUSE to cry. I keep the emotions compressed inside. They say pressure bust pipes but it also makes diamonds so I guess I'll shine till I shatter into pieces. Then you can pick those pieces up and remember me. Remember the tears that I never cried, the smiles that were my mask, the words written here, the skip I had in my step from time to time, the outfit I wore when I met you, the day I picked up the pen to stop the betrayal of HER words and her promises . Remember me!! The smile of a mask that prevented people from asking "what's wrong?" so I kept that smile painted on my face. I hate being questioned because I don't like to be figured out. Questions asked.. blank stare.. I don't wanna reveal anything about me, I like to remain a mystery. Don't ask me why because I HATE getting questioned! My eyes are always dry 'cause I will never cry. I think I did enough crying already for me to ever cry again. I've lost most that's dear to my heart. With high expectations comes disappointment. It be like that sometimes.
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