theMesh A place in the middle of the bridge to nowhere

What the hell are we trying?

When you're misunderstood,
tell me I'm sick,
tell me I'm worthless.

Crush me underneath your feet,
and leave my dying on the floor
without ever looking back.
But please, don't tell me
I never tried.
People feel hurt no matter how hard I try.

Sometimes I'm nothing more but a small child.
Sometimes I'm small and vulnerable.
Sometimes I even wonder if feelings are misplaced on earth.
Please, let me never forget the things that have been warm and cosy in my live.
I need them, for they are the bones of my god.
I need these bones, for they show me where I come from.
From these bones of god, I make my key to escape hell.
I've always been making this key - hope I got all the parts..
Sometimes I'm nothing more but a dreamer.
Sometimes I contradict myself, cracking hearts with my clumsy feet.
Sometimes I even wonder if we're made to take care of each other.

Sometimes we're all just small eccentric kids knowing what dreams are worth.
Sometimes all that I crave for is telling my friends about the happyness I receive from them.
I want to show people, what they mean to me.
I don't want to force them to be friends.
But I'd just be glad if they'd understand each other better.
Show me their differences, show me their strength.

I'm easily hurt.
I'm a dreamer and a little poet.
Sometimes I smile and my eyes might tell you a story of true happiness.
Sometimes you're my reason to be happy, each and everyone of you is my fortune.

Oh, and I feel like I can't write anymore ^^
Besides that and being still a little ill, I have a good time :P