My requiem is louder than yours, damnit.

Thursday, May 8, 2008

Tired.

Literally.

Of being second string
Of being no string

Of losing out to the prettier friends

Of awkward social settings
Of pretending to care

Of caring

Of pursuing
Of watching them recoil

Of pretty boys who are pretty blind

Of trying hard
Of making goals

Of never being enough

Of crying
Of not crying

Of being alone

Of loving
Of you

Of loving you

Tired

Of being tired