what if the critics hate you?
i'm cassie.
i wanna be more like me.
and less like you.
(but its always been that way hasn't it?)
i laugh. i cry more. i sleep less. sometimes i close my eyes tight, and try to remember just how your voice sounds. it calms my nerves and lets me sleep. i break all the rules that still keep me hidden from the critique. i want to just be me in a world where only "they" can live happily. every word i try to speak is drowned by the scream of a child that is only the earth. how can i be so cold and distant, but always appear so close and warm. the sham i have made of myself is a mockery. but the pain from the blows have sealed me up tight. afraid of what would happen if something got in. they're always lies. words can tell a thousand stories. but only three are how i feel about you. only god can see the tears that i cry now. my pain of unimportance to your concerns. how can you have broke my heart, but i still love you with all the little pieces? as much as i want, it's hard to deny you. the half of me that is you waits for a sign. but i'm always waiting. sometimes the song to my life comes on the radio, and i always listen. tears run down my face and i can't stop them. when we talk it's always forgettable, but i can never forget. i like to tell you things just so i can see the look on your face when you hear them again. theres no one i trust.no one i care enough about anymore.
aim- cassieLYNNtm
JESUS
have mercy on me.
face down in the dirt;
she says this doesn't hurt.
