Friday, November 14, 2003
My black back pack's stuffed with broken dreams
20 bucks should get me through the week
never said out a word of discontentment
thought it a thousands times but no one will even know
here in my shadows , im safe , im free
i've no where else to go but i cannot stay where i dont belong
2 months passed by and its getting cold
i know im not lost im juz alone
but i wont cry i wont give up i hate to go back now
waking up is knowing who u really are

-survived @ 9:01 AM
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Tuesday, November 11, 2003
coloured balls rolling into the endless pit
to a simple pose that u can sit
I wandered from a distance and ponder to think for a while
how come i couldnt even make you smile
I miss the shots even when it is near
To hold the thought that u are here
Desire to win was in your veins
yet u fail to see that i am in pain
Its just a simple game of pool
you still treated me like i am in school
I am human too , I too have feelings
Please dont treat me like a invisible being
To my soul , you are my purpose
how can i stand here with you and not be moved by it
would u tell me how could you do this to me
I want us to be alright so that we could talk in trust
The cue is still at its rest , being attacked by rust.



-survived @ 8:00 AM
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Monday, November 10, 2003
This side of brightness is gone.
each time u hung me up on the phone.
The outcome of a stupid line
tears cried that you'll be mine
and all those times you were wrong
you were right
Nothing stays the same
i grew up , fell in love with a girl who knew my name
But there are holes in the floors of heaven.


-survived @ 8:01 PM
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