I was six years old as my parents chose to go away yet I was stuck inside a broken life that nobody couldn’t wish away for me not even me; as I was growing up she was so beautiful she had everything and even more, I had nothing other her left over stuff that she didn’t want or just cheap stuff and my only escape was to hide or just running out of the door.
Somebody listen to me please because I’m so use to be hard even being me; yet living in the shadow of someone else’s dream I’m so tired of trying to find a hand to hold but everything that I touched felt cold to me, yet living in a nightmare with no hope or guidance it’s like a never-ending sleep but now I’m wide awake my chains are finally free. So don’t feel sorry for me because all the days collided on less perfect than the next.
I was so stuck inside in someone else’s life because I was always second best “oh I love you now because I realise that it’s safe to be outside to be able to come alive and be who I am. So if you’re listening there’s so much more to me that you haven’t seen; mother, sister, father, sister, mother everything is cool my life is so good. I’ve got more than anyone should because my life is so good; I’m ready to put the past in the past, I was living in the shadow of someone else’s dream was so hard to find my own as everything that I hold everything I touched at the time felt cold to me. Yet I’m loving and living a new day because I’m living it for me; now the I’m wide awake and that I can finally see for who I am, don’t feel sorry for me that you weren’t there for me as you were so wrapped up in her world.
Living in, living in, living in the shadow will be in the back of my mind but I’m always going to live in a new day wether you three are in my life or not.
The day I wished you’d walked in to my life again just imagine that you just did; I would fill you in on the things that you would have missed, like the sleepless nights that you would have with the hopes of a grown up man dressed in white who claims to be who says he is from the tales of this long standing tradition that you have and I would of thought he might of come just in time to save your life.
Yet as I have waited and waited he didn’t come so you had died. I don’t like it that you’re dead I can’t work it out how that it is impossible; it’s not the same where I scratch my own head to work things out, I know that deep down God doesn’t exist because he was never there to save me and all the palaver surrounding it and it’s like yeah right but I know secretly that you can hear me sometimes.
When I’m cold I reach a fleece that I could borrow for the time being from either TJ or Caspain I’m always trying to keep warm when you’re the sun. That day I sat with you beside your bed crying wishing for the things that I wish I should of said; watching you paint your nails red like you still got now over and over again, and if I live past 72 I do hope I’ll be half as cool as you are.
I got my pen and notepad as I sit in my little cottage window trying to create a story for you tonight; I know how much you like them because I know how to express my feelings through them just to make it feel alright, yet I know I will always keep you close to me because the crowds will understand and relate to the story like you never left.
I think you know I’m not doing so well…
You know where I came from as you know my story otherwise I wouldn’t of been standing here with you tonight; please don’t go I don’t want you to be in a hurry because I announced my love for you, I want to make it clear and make it right for you. Well I know that I’ve acted foolish but I can promise you no more because I’ve finally found that something worth reaching and fight for.
I’m here to say I’m sorry but I’m not here to lie to you I promise you that I’m here in front of you taking your hands to say I’m ready; that I’ve finally thought it through I’m not giving up on our love or letting go of your love, I’m her to win your heart and soul and that’s my goal. Please don’t go you know that I need you as I can’t breath without you be without you; well you know that I’ve acted foolish but I can promise you from the bottom of my heart no more crazy stupid things. Only do them with you because that’s what I love about you.
I won’t stop believe that we will be leaving together because we are made for each other; we been through a lot together, we had arguments, we had our cries, we had laughter and most importantly when I say “I love you” I mean it forever and ever. I’m here to say I’m sorry. I’m not here to lie to you I’m here to say “I’m ready to give up everything for you” I’ve finally here as I thought it through and I’m not here to let you’re love go. I’m not giving up because I’m here to win your heart and would because you’re my goal.
Have you ever wonder if this is the last time I see your face? Is it tears or is
fucking rain saying “thank god he’s gone” I wish I could say something that doesn’t sound insane but lately I haven’t trusted my brain because you tell me that you’ll change but I just see what you can do and say nothing. No matter where I go I get the same blooming question “do I really want you back?” I know that I will never get over you but then I’m kicking myself because I’m lying to myself every time. I don’t actually want you back because you’re a piece of tool that I’ve thrown at the back of the garage that I don’t want because it’s broken.
Do you always remember how you made me laugh in the mornings when I wake up; yet you don’t understand how much you hurt me even when you try to make it all right, yet I still reach for you and the day I chose to tell you this is going to work anymore because I’m hurting and I’m ready to move on but I still dream of you. I know even when I said that I’ve moved on I’m still dreaming of you; I know that you’re gone now but I still blame myself of where I gone wrong but you come back, into my life saying you’ve changed.
Yet I know when something that kills you makes you stronger because you know that you’re not alone in the end as I’m starting to realise I’m so much better without you. So I ask myself do I really want you back in my life? The answer is no because at the end of the day you hurt me and you have to work on gaining my trust from what you have done to me. All the end it’s worth it because I know your true colours in the end.
In the winds of the British Isles words float from every country and commonwealth that belong to the United Kingdom; even with every tune from every country playing for Mother’s Day, the words sounds like how much people love each other especially their mothers who may have passed away or out in war zones or somewhere else.
Some words they can’t be spoken but only sung. So when you hear a thousand voices shouting love there’s a place where there is actually time in this life where you can sing what you are feeling. I remember you telling me to find my feet and stand my ground because don’t you see the whole world is listening to what we have to say right now?
The winds sing it louder sing it clearer knowing that everyone will hear you because as your making some of the noises you would find your voice tonight; make it stronger by singing it together which will make this moment of love last forever, even the love and the young are shouting their love tonight.
To be able to sing we had to wait like a lifetime to be able to see a thousand faces to celebrate together; you had brought hope, brought life conquer fear when it wasn’t always so easy but as you stood your ground by keeping your faith, yet you don’t see it right now but the world is listening to what we have to say.
As we sing it louder and more clearly knowing that everyone will hear you speak because you always told us to make a noise to find our voices tonight; by singing it stronger and being together we can make this feeling last forever, wether your old or young we are shouting love tonight.
Some words only be spoken but otherwise they can’t be spoke but only to be sung. To be able to hear the thousand voices is to be able to open your window of your bedroom hearing the words of love, life and hope. To be able to hear a thousand voices shouting love for you.
I hate miss missing you. Where’s the pain as you walked out of the door? It never hurt like this as it use to be before; there was love that we couldn’t really ignore as we knew deep down that we love each other deep down, however it doesn’t kick in like the pill use to anymore and where was the thrill that use to end our fights? Where did the heat go after we turned off the lights?
I just miss all he missing that we made even when we still have the passion to hate even sometimes I plainly just miss missing you until it’s hurts that’s when you see me cry; I miss watching you watching trying not to end up with tears as your begging to get back together, I just want to be with you like we are stuck forever and don’t freak out and believe what my answer is because sometimes I’m just missing you because it’s hurting me so much.
There’s a dark cloud pulling me in like I’m breathing in a bad sin because there’s a blind force letting it win; it’s longing to tear us apart as it doesn’t want me to be happy yet I’m missing you, trying to help me fighting my demons and together I know we can do anything for each other.
I’m missing you so much that it hurts that it just makes me cry….
The cries, the moans, ghostly aspirations that happen at Beaumont Hall situated in the countryside; yet the village that’s close by sees lights on still, cries, fire and many more strange things after the volunteers of the hall have gone home. Yet no one can understand why or how it happens by the time local services and the volunteers and a few locals got there to help the house out. Nothing was there no fire, no burglaries not even a single soul.
Yet a distance voice of a young girls voice well what sounded like a little girl telling the story but everyone sees this dramatic scene before they turned away witnessing something most terrifying thing that no one could describe that night. The screams that came from the house made them run into the house; this is the story of how a young women lost her love one or so it seems but yet was she pushed or did she fall down the stairs herself.
“Don’t cry for me if you truly loved me you would of been here with me than me dying on the cold stone floor; you want me come find me just make up your mind, and follow the way I died. I should let you fall and lose it all because maybe you could remember yourself; you can’t keep believing that you can have two people at the same time because at the end of the day we’re only deceiving ourselves, and I’m sick of all the lies by the way you’re too late.
You couldn’t take the blame or the sick shame off my death in your life it must be exhausting to lose your own game. The selfishly hatred you had for me no wonder you felt so jaded of feeling trapped you can’t play the victim this time because you’re too late; so don’t cry to me if you loved me you would if been here with me, you want me come find me but just make up your mind.
You never call me when you’re sober only because you want it’s over; how could I have burned paradise? How could I when you were never mine? Get over yourself don’t cry for me if you really truly love me you would of been here with me; don’t lie to me just get your things, I’ve made up you’re mind for you and now it’s time for me to say goodbye…”
Don’t even understand why some people who say that they need help and advice but yet you be there for you know matter what for them; all of the sudden they turn the other direction or turn a blind eye by coming so manipulative, controlling and throw everything right back into your face when you needed them as well but you can’t tell them the problems because they somehow manage to turn it back onto themselves.
I’ve had that a few times over the years I get close to people think I can trust them; then all of the sudden they got you where they want you, yet you hate yourself more because you swore to yourself that you wouldn’t get into that situation again and your like what’s the point in life.
No matter how much I tried to help a friend out who ever it is they seem to not listen or be bothered to help themselves because they say they can’t or they don’t know how yet you know they can and even they know how to do it. You told them how it works but don’t expect the friend who’s helping them to do it for them; guess what they do you know why? It’s because it could be down to their parents or parent that they are living with can’t help themselves or don’t encourage them to take control of their emotions themselves.
So this shows they think it’s okay to be like it as well. Which isn’t right at all and I get told loads of times that I’m a lot stronger than them; I tell them I’m not that strong but I learn to turn to do it for myself, work with my close friends to help me get through it and that’s how it makes me stronger otherwise whatever the problem is take over and control me. That’s when I decide will I let it define me and make my life hell or take control and put it through hell? I could easily go for the easy option but where would that get me?
No where! Correct I choose to take control because it’s my life and not give up on fighting for myself and my right to be here as much as anyone else to be here. I learn to move on and meet new people. Not keep on looking on the past yes it will come up now and then but guess what I know how to control it every time.
Just don’t let people abuse you’re good nature if they don’t want to help themselves because at the end of the day; you have to look after yourself the number one otherwise you will go under as well, because they will make you feel like crap as well as they don’t seem to care about you either.
If any man can pick what he fancied he should just live and breed in captivity because it’s just pointless; you love what you’re doing what you like, when you like, how it makes you happy because only you yourself know yourself. What a waste of all this peace when baby steps and two more sleeps until I get the sorry from you because I get hysterical, historical of love like it’s just a chemical thing between us. Give me something to stop me from having a complete melt down from all of the pain only you know me.
Since you went away my heart breaks everyday because you don’t know as you’re not there to see me cry everyday; you simply found the words to make a lot of feelings fade away or model our feelings, only you know me when I need you the most. I’m doing fine most of the time as the sun shines what are you thinking? Yet at state of my mind can go worst than it can go with me drinking thunderbird wine but I’m drinking because you brought back memories that I told you about.
Yet only you know me when I get into the worst state imaginable but sorry doesn’t cut it out anymore as it’s become more comical than anything that I’ve been through. It’s my life that your toying with; along with my happiness, only wish you knew how horrible this feeling is and them you would know how truly I’m feeling. Only you know me and how to calm me down every single day.