SOB STORY
I slowy walk into the room, hoping that noone can see
The tears in my eyes, the sorrow in my soul, or the emptiness inside of me
I hold my head up high as I'm walking through the crowd
My heart, inside, is weeping, but I proudly hold it down
I know it's best to let it out, to let my feelings show
But i don't want to tell a sob story, rather not let you know
Because i don't want your pity, or you to feel sorry for my grief
I just want to be by myself, to mourn my loss in peace
I know you know that something's wrong. I know that I won't tell.
Because I know what's going on. And I know too well.
You just want to feel better about yourself for helping me heal my soul
But i won't let you in, won't let you help me. Noy you, not anyone. No, no.
I won't have my suffering as another notch on your belt
You have no idea how much i'm hurting, how much pain i've felt
So don't even think for a second that you can help me through
Because noone can help me. Not her, not him, not me, not you.
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Lifes a bitch.
so slap her down and have some fun.
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Synopsis
for the record, this isn't about an actual event or anything. it just is a stray poem
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