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May 23rd, 2005
![[info]](http://piktures.deadjournal.com/userinfo.gif) opalsky | 11:30 pm
im like a mirror. shattered, spiderwebs
i pick up the pieces to cut myself apart
if i show you my pain outside maybe you'll understand whats inside
cracks, tears, pain and blood
these are the things i am made of.
sugar and spice and everything nice outside.... blood and spit and tears and hate inside.
why dont you just get out and leave me to my misery?
to die would be a great adventure.
it looks like something special, but i know it cant be. because i dont deserve. ive never been good enough. just a broken doll. not worth the time to care for.
Im so damned cynical sometimes. anyone who says anything nice to me immediately becomes a liar. no matter what they say. what does that say about me? im so lame.
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