tetokitty123

All of a sudden I'm scared. I cracked, I broke. I went, and was comforted But the cracks were seen My imperfections My flaws and fears and tears are known and I cannot hide them. I am exposed, I am a fraud. I am not the hard-shelled impression I give. Not the solid, sane creature I wish I was. I'd rather I pretended. Could I fake it a little longer? Could I take it back, make believe I'm strong, not feel so small... I don't want to need him. As perfect as he is, as happy as he makes me I want my feet to be solid on the earth and not need his support. I wish I was not the kind of girl who clings I wish I did not hold so h

It's all so confusing, really. In a sea of people, we're alone. But not quite; what's that you call it? Ah, yes: "loneliness without being alone." And we're close, in a way I can't quite describe and makes me crazy. And yet ... and yet ... it makes sense. Your words are etched in my mind: "Be the strong person I know you are." I'm weak. The strong, brash personna?: it's just a mask. When I'm around you, however ... I'm naked. Naked and unable to move. So vulnerable and transparent, it's scary. Then a voice croons softly in my ear, "It's alright. He'll never hurt you." That's why it's okay to be naked and weak around you, that's why I'm me ar

Even sleepy (deep, deep in her chest), her hands are steady on the liner, tracing neatly the line closest to her upper-lid, middle to outer end, and then doing the same for the other eye.  She does this methodically, like a doctor: cleanse face with the lotion on a cotton swab, follow with moisturizer (chin, nose, cheek-and-other-cheek, space-between-brows and forehead) before the skin-tone concealer, powder, liner.  Her lips, she mostly leaves pale. It is a flattering mask, an excellent one; playing up her features to be at their best so that her face is softer, hiding the imperfections (a light scar here, the unevenness there, the bags und

Now that all is done.. And what was meant to happen had taken place.. and the scars that were left behind gradually faded away Only the stains of internal bleeding stays

Why would you want to love me? I don't understand;               I have nothing to offer, nothing to give-- There will always be someone else; someone better                         Who has all I have but can do so much more       While I sit back, looking through my picture window,                                                      Out at the world. What makes me so different? I don't think you see,                the darkness that broods inside of me. I'm a puppet to society—a heart that gives but doesn't wish to receive                           who wants nothing more than to change the world Somehow, someway, so it'

Brace yourself for the fall, It's a long way down. You're just another know it all, This is for your own good. You smile your evil taunting smile, We'll see how long it lasts. The fascade of your own denial, But I can see the truth. This daily suffocation you put me through, Another waste of precious space. My biggest fear was losing you, Now it's how you will react. It's over now I'm done with your shit. This is me breaking your heart for a change. So build a bridge and get over it.