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i'm pathetic.

i write all of these lovely things about you,
and they still don't seem to matter.
peace on the street.

i have to accept the fact that there are some things i will never be good at.

my words and actions are useless. there is no comfort in knowing that whatever i do or say will ever be enough.. for anyone. that's why i've been depressed. that's why i can't open up. that's why i want to dissapear. will i ever trust, and more importantly will i ever be trusted? i need more than i'm needed, and i want more than i'm wanted. most importantly i'm more of a dissapointment than i've ever wanted to be. i don't know how to pick myself up, and neither does anyone else. all i can do is get through this again, it's going to take everything i've got because right now i don't see a light at the end of the tunnel. i have a feeling that someone is slowly closing the door to my life.
peace on the street.

seconds. minutes. hours. days.

my head on your chest,

i'm tracing crop circles into your skull -

i wonder if you can hear my heart;

you say it's beating "i love you, i love you."

that may be true,

but i think it's saying "don't leave me, don't leave me."

because everyone always does

and i'd like you to stay.

peace on the street.

love of mine.

i've got a lot on my mind, and this sudden urge to write to you.

i don't know what it is i want to tell you. no, that's a lie.

i know exactly what it is i want to tell you, but i don't know the words to say it.

there are no words to describe this feeling.

those words i've already used, well, they're said too much.

i've got writers block, and there's no dictionary or thesaurus that can help me.

peace on the street.