"They won't see, the fire you have lit inside of me. They look up, to the sky and wonder where you might be. They look up, without realizing they're standing in the palm of your land. I can't explain or understand. I just love you..."
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Saturday, May 20, 2006
When Suicide seems like Disney
It's remarkably stupid the way I act when I feel incompetent. I sometimes feel like death would be the perfect escape and that any suffering would be worth not be present with my family. I really love my Mom, but somehow my Dad is so incredibly hard to love. I sometimes wish I could bash his head against the floor and yell in his ear, "I exist! Talk to Me!!!" Really, I feel like the least I have is a father. All he does is complain that I'm not worth my 18 years of life, all these years have been wasted, well I don't have a proble, with that. I can't say I hate him but sometimes it's the only feeling that comes to mind, but I just found a new word, "detest". I can say I detest him every so and so...
Thursday, May 11, 2006
(You make the Title[seriously, You Do])
It's been a while since your faint voice crept through my ears. Still, it's hasn't come by. It's been a while since your laughter made my cheers. Now it will never be. I somehow get this feeling that you're looking for me, but what am I to do, I can't believe I'm leaving this helplessly. I don't know what to do, if I should be here or with you. I can't see where I'm going and somehow I don't worry. But as for now I'll leave this clear, if you're near if you're far, all I want is my guitar. Because through the tears and sorrows cried, I've always been able to play my guitar. And now in my life there's a new kind of song this song which I try to get along with. This is a song which tells many things, and a song for me to live. I have no more words to add to this speech. But somehow it comes out rythmically.
Lamento Solitario
Que triste ese lamento
De un nino llorando,
de una alma en quebranto,
Y mi soledad en su ulitimo suspiro.
Pero como te digo,
Que tu eres como el trigo?
Que alimentas el alma,
Y callas todo suspiro?
Dime como te digo,
Que tu eres la razon,
De mi lucha con mi corazon
Y el llanto de aquel nino en mi corazon.
De un nino llorando,
de una alma en quebranto,
Y mi soledad en su ulitimo suspiro.
Pero como te digo,
Que tu eres como el trigo?
Que alimentas el alma,
Y callas todo suspiro?
Dime como te digo,
Que tu eres la razon,
De mi lucha con mi corazon
Y el llanto de aquel nino en mi corazon.
Friday, May 05, 2006
Hello Again Cruel World
The Shit hit the fan, (God Forgive me) it it really has. Everything around me has become a problem. I don't know what to do! It really sucks...Until next time..
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