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[sid] => 72450
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Rose-Tinted Glasses
[time] => 2004-11-20 18:43:32
[hometext] => Dedicated <33 ... I think this is one of my worse/weaker poems...
[bodytext] => I used to look at the world through rose-tinted glasses... but now I'm blind. Where is my sight? My vision, my hope, my love? It's gone, along with sunny happiness... Some people tell me to let go... Let go of what? Let go of my sorrow? My depression? They tell me to be happy.... How, how am I going to forget about all of this? Maybe I should let go, let go of myself. Give up all control.... I used to look at life through rose-tinted glasses. Everything was so perfect, so wonderful... I had everything anyone could dream of, and now, look at me now... I'm blind without vision... can't you give me my sight back? Can't you make me see the point of life again? No longer am I the perfect girl you might have thought I was.... No longer am I the girl with the great life, the great family... No longer do I have that perfect life.... I'm all alone in this world, nothing can save me from myself.... I'm a burden to you, I'm a burden to him, I'm a burden to everyone.... Nobody wants to hear something so depressing all the time... They think that if they just avoid the subject about her everything will be okay. Those rose-tinted glasses? They've been long broken... Snapped in half upon her leaving the world, leaving my life.... Nobody can change my life, nobody can bring back the rose-tinted glasses... Nobody is going to bother. Nobody knows what to say to me, they're all just so uncomfortable... So they pretend its all not happening, in denial.... Don't they ever think I want to talk about it? Don't they understand? Don't they understand that I just want a shoulder to cry on. I just want a shoulder to cry on. I just want somebody to always be there for me... Right now I don't have anybody that understands me, nobody that I can call in the middle of the night and just cry to, cry my heart out. Nobody to understand my pain... Everybody just thinks that I need to let go, let go of everything. But don't they know the loss that I have? But don't they know the pain I'm undergoing? It's so excruciating, it feels like death itself. It feels like death itself... So painful, like I lost everything, maybe its because I did... I lost her, lost her to the underworld.... Don't you ever wonder what I'm thinking? Don't you ever wonder what's going through my mind? Why I'm so quiet now? Why I'm so different now? I'm no longer into all that materialistic things like I used to be... I'm more mature now, because she's gone. Because she's gone. I just want the world to understand my pain. And to care about me, and forget about fame.... Why does the world have to be so materialistic? Sometimes I wonder what would happen if I let go of my control.... and suddenly disappeared. I wonder what everybody would do if I were gone... Would there be confusion, would there be sadness? If I told a few friends good-bye, forever... Would they realize what would happen? Would they realize that I meant it? That I would leave the world? How many people would I effect? Would I make the news? Would I even be missed at all? Would people be touched by my passing? I wonder if my leaving would be everywhere, I wonder if people would be sad, or if anyone would be effected.... I feel like a burden to you. I feel like a burden to him... I feel like a burden to everybody. If it weren't for me, maybe things would be easier to deal with. If it weren't for me, you could go on with your life so much easier. Why am I such a burden to you? All I'm doing is breathing, living or trying to. Maybe I should lift you of this burden - take the weight off your shoulders and just leave. How will I go? There are so many ways... but all that I know is that I'm going to see her again. I'm going to be with her again, be able to make up for all this time where I haven't talked to her or seen her.... This is my deathwish... I want to be remembered; not forgotten... And here I give you a set of rose-tinted glasses to carry on with life, but be happy.... Life without me will be so much simpler. I'm just a burden.... Those wishes... Those wishes of mine will never happen... I know that wishes never come true.... Because if they did, she'd be alive... She'd be breathing, sitting right next to me, or giving me a hug. It's so hard to believe that she's gone. It's so hard to believe that I didn't even get to say good bye. So now, I'm going to let go. Let go so I can see her again. I'm blind right now, where is my vision? Where is my hope? It's all gone... I'll drift away, I'll drift away slowly, and when I get to my destination, I'll be expecting you.... I'll be waiting, silently, patiently waiting.... Let go.... Let go of everything.... Lift the burden off of the shoulders.... Let go.... I'll be waiting.... Waiting with rose-tinted glasses. 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