Insanity
By Schitzo
Why does everything stack up and melt down all over my heart. Things like this don't bother me, but silence is never a virtue. Hell is what I put my-self through. Eversince you said the word, "NEVER" My heart was filled with love- only for you. I might be easy to hold my heart- on my sleeve, but honestly I try not to. I just try to find someone, who cares as much about me as I do about them. Noone understands that when, I say "I love" It's something I truely feel, I sit here on your couch trying to gather all my thoughts, but I don't even know what I am thinking. I may be insane, but insanity is what makes me, ...me No one understands me! Me Insane?,......Well that is me being my-self! Written March 11th, 2002 © on Mar 11 2002 01:13 PM PST 0 • 1
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"Why does everything stack up and melt down..."