ChristinaCat85's Journal

if these walls could talk

if these lips could just move..

i know nothing of who ever I am these days.

a hall of mirrors.

1,2,3..

I stand still in front of each of them, and still

I dont see me

they say the eyes are the windows to the soul

so, I dare you to look

see this road that i walk on is just way too fucking long

i'm impatient like everyone else.

I want to find my destination.

this restless, aching, burning..

this longing to just feel calm

years if indecision, betrayal to myself

pointless, so incredibly pointless

 i hate this time of year..

i hate these memories..

i hate the lack of sleep..

i hate the nightmares..

shattered glass..broken bones...

and whoever I was before, dying before i had the chance to save her

i dont believe in regret

but i do believe in confusion

my heart and my head are waging wars again

replay, rewind, replay....

it's never ending

these are just dreams,

i'm ready for something real.