Intro

Just a girl trying to live as simply as possible and failing at it. Product of my surroundings, I adapt to my environments. But that's not to say I walk away unaffected. Every experience I have shapes me, stays with me and molds me into what people see in front of them in person and in writing.

Things that are a part of me:
~My faith
~My desire for community
~My love of theatre
~My borderline personality disorder
~My solitude
~My body image
~My country/redneck background I try so desperately to conceal
~The stars in my eyes

And the insecurity I have about them all.


Disclaimer: This is not a happy blog. We aren't always happy and we need outlets to get that out. Anyone who says otherwise is lying to themselves. This is my outlet. You don't like it, just move on.

If you would like to see happy, check out my tumblrs instead: MTKCBMQ and Randomnymity

Sunday, October 2, 2011

Missing

Please, please forgive me
But I won't be home again.
Maybe someday you'll look up
And barely conscious, you'll say to no one:
Isn't something missing?

You won't cry for my absence, I know
You forgot me long ago.
Am I that unimportant?
Am I so insignificant?

Isn't something missing?
Isn't someone missing me?

Even though I would sacrifice,
You won't try for me
Not now.
Though I'd die to know you love me,
I'm all alone.
Isn't someone missing me?

Please, please forgive me
But I won't be home again.
I know what you do to yourself.
Breathe deep and cry out.
Isn't something missing?
Isn't someone missing me?

Even though I would sacrifice,
You won't try for me
Not now.
Though I'd die to know you love me,
I'm all alone.
Isn't someone missing me?

And if I bleed, I'll bleed
Knowing you don't care.
And if I sleep just to dream of you,
I'll wake without you there.
Isn't something missing?
Isn't something?

Even though I would sacrifice,
You won't try for me
Not now.
Though I'd die to know you love me,
I'm all alone.

Isn't something missing?
Isn't someone missing me?


Missing~ Evanescence

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