bumbling idiot.

of_the_girl

o cruel world
why do you make me fight these battles
inside?
why do you make me?
what did i do?
stop cruel wind
don't play with my hair
the way he does
the way the other he would
please just leave me alone
rotting crying
in the street
stop leave me here
under this street light
to bask in it's artificial warmth
to bask in it's artificial light
my sun is gone
no more rays of delight
why do you make me fight these battles?
like the stars fighting over holes in the sky...
o cruel world
leave the battles for the warriors
i'm just a weakling
awaiting a breadcrumb to fall
at my head
off the table all the strong
ones eat at

i gotta go now
i gotta go
i'll dream of someone
i'll dream of him

no more fighting in my head
my heart
my soul
too bruised
too scarred

pearljoy

your words are written very powerfully, i sat with you underneath the light hoping too for relief, hope and a breadcrumb.........
beautiful.

nailz100

Amazing Jessie.....just amazing. *cheer up*

HoorayForHumans

:(

i you.

AndyManderson

Dreams hurt sometimes. Not really the dream. Just when reality hits after you wake up. I've been hurt by other people's dreams before. They are powerful things.

Being Enlightened

Heal, dear girl, heal!

Good writing, as always! And I must say, I do love the title! (You're talking to a super klutz here! )