Bones break under pressure
Expectations begging, pleading
To be fulfilled by my
Blood, sweat and salty tears

Desperation clings to a burdened heart
Desires of my very own
Forced into, and shackled to my mind

Love used as a weapon between
The war of personalities
Crashing, clashing together in a mixture
Of two different beliefs
Shifting much like oil and water

What do you want from me?
Am I allowed to be myself?
What do I want from me?
Who is myself? Where is she?

She is locked far away, deep inside
From battle wounds and empty eyes

Those empty eyes I see staring
From a reflection in the glass
Cage that holds me here
In your world, your dreams
The one you wish for me

One day I will break that glass
Cage that holds me here
Watch those dreams shatter around me
Then I will be free

I waited by the phone,
You promised you would call.
The phone never rang,
I suppose it was my fault.

I cried myself to sleep last night,
Thought of you with each tear I let fall.
Was it because of our fight?
I suppose it was my fault.

I am counting down the days,
I'll keep waiting for your call.
When you turn away,
I suppose it will be my fault.

I am waiting,
Can you see me?

I am crying,
Do you hear me?

I am breaking,
Can you feel me?

I am dead,
Did you love me?

Have you ever tried to erase a memory or two? I have, and I naively believed that it would stay gone. But it's not so easy to forget when others refuse to.

It's easy to turn a cold shoulder and ignore their harsh words. It's easy to PRETEND that they don't hurt. But once the facade has faded and you're mask is nothing but broken pieces, where do you turn to? How can you escape when all around you are mirrors that cruely show every mistake and flaw you hold?

I tried shattering the mirrors, but the glass turned and cut my fragile heart to ribbons. Now all I have left are memories that haunt my idle mind and destroy what sanity I have left.

So, my boyfriend didn't really want me to set up an account but I kind of did it anyway. oops!

I can't help it though, I hate obeying other people's rules. I have to do it all the time at home, why should I do it anywhere else?

At the same time I know he only says the things he does because he cares. He's looking out for me, and it's good that some one is or else I'd be out of control. :)

So, even though he told me not to, I did it anyway. Hope he isn't too mad. :) Hunny Bee, if you read this, I love you!