
Posted: Tue Dec 04, 2007 11:39 pm Post subject: The Day My Heart Died
Ouch! This pain. It hurts me so bad.
If I was happy. It would be rad.
But it's not.
Because it hurts.
It all happened upon Valentine's day
When the girl I loved was taken away.
Stolen, she was
She took my heart.
Before I could give her the heart-sprinkled pop tart.
That was 6th grade
Now I'm in grade 8
She's still with a jerk
Who I absolutely hate
He'd be okay with a decent small shirt
Maybe rigid black hair and I would flirt
But I'm more into his girl who should be mine
Should be my valentine
That jerk
He wears these glasses that aren't even black
His sweatshirts aren't tight
I hear he's bad in the sack
Change that I might
But she should love me.
So now, the only colors I love
Are black and red
I condemn the light from above
And can't wait for bed.
The black is the darkness
The red is my blood
The darkness is black
The blood is red
Pain.
bahahahaha
oh and:
"ok, there is this unbelievably hott emo guy at my school, we talk some, and he's very shy-ish, sensitive, emotional 24/7 depressed emo-type. so, im into him, and we have been talking a little more, he helps me thru some issues in my life.
he recently broke up with his gf who was trying to de-emofy him.
very bad.
before that he went out with another gurl who he fell in love with, then she broke his heart.
Bad.
so now he is taking a break from dating for awhile,
which is understandable.
now my problem is.
I'm in love with him, and its scaring me.
see, i promised mysef awhile ago, that i would never love.
i have had enuff heartache from love that i just decided, i will never fall in love again. no marriage.
no kids.
no love. "