Sunday, October 15, 2006
Tat biatch
She wrote a poem...I don know who it's for...I don think its for mi...It hurts...My heart hurts...Tears are pouring out...It hurts...Y am i always the one tat gets hurt?It's not fair...God...It's not fair...Is it so hard to love someone?I think it is...i did so much...But i don even know if i hav a place in her heart...Tears r flowing...They flow for no one but her...Can someone pls pull out the knife in my heart?It's hurting way too much...It's unbearable...it's too much for mi to take...I'm sorry...I tried to be strong...But all i did was to put up a strong front...This is the poem...
let me fall back on those memories.the days that we spent together.where we used to laughed, cry, and get angry over the silliest things.you were always there.to make sure i was happy.and you always make that extra mile.just to see me smile.iloveyou.
It's hurting too much...Maybe i should start to be selfish...My heart is in pieces...
Ivan spun on 11:52 PM.
