I'Ll Be Over You

JOURNAL OF THE DEPRESSED ***** CHAPTER 1 (I'll be over you) How it really feels to be me. On bad days which seem like everyday, The blue pen slips between my fingers, rattles on the floor, off to bed I am, no linger. breeding emotions that feast on my mind, one hate Leech, two love bugs and three years alone, but no longer. as I lay on my bed and run through the games played by steroid hearts in chiseled packs, I lay on my side and never look back or regret my past, though bitter and iced with every thing not nice, I choose to remain the same tears roll from my eyes and I drown in their lies of a stretched blue sky with a castle on pink clouds, rainbow arcing a roof, touching our hearts. baby, he'd say, just us two, but look out!, there's a fiery dragon of "you are not good enough" I can't save you, so I'll wander off wit the us I got you, I'll take it along with your dreams of me and you. There he went, to be another's prince on my white horse, shameless!, the heavens spit on you, with meteors and unreturned loves. Black snow rain on you! I yell from across the room as the sound of banged door lull me to sleep. then I dream of you, how badly I wanted every moment back, replayed as drama, with you and I as leads, riding on horses' backs, but they despised me, shook their behinds across my mind, and wandered off, like they never teased me. made me look like a moment pervert. but I will wake, shake till my head becomes straight, I'll wash my face, till those clouds fade away, I will remember you and I'll learn to forget too, it's easy to say, but much more rewarding to do. Babe! I'll be over you.