Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Sometimes don’t you just wish someone would hold onto you and tell you everything will be okay. Even it’s not going to be okay. You just need someone there to listen. Someone who won’t pass judgement and who won’t tell the world the things you say. Someone who cares about you and someone who you know will always be there for you. Someone you trust and someone you love. When I’m upset and I run out of the room, slam the door and lay on my bed, sometimes I want a few minutes to cool down but ultimately what I want is someone to follow me and hug me. Someone who will tell me they love me and make sure I know that I’m now alone. When I’m mad at my parents, I don’t want them to go away. When I tell them I hate them and that I want them to leave me alone, do they think I actually mean it? Do they really think I want to be alone? Weren’t they teenagers once too? Even if they come into my room and I tell them to leave me alone, they could at least let me know they’re there if I want to talk. Sometimes I feel like my parents couldn’t care less whether I’m upset or not. When I’m crying, I don’t want to be left alone. I know my parents think I want to be alone to wallow in self pity, but don’t they know me? I need reassurance. I need someone to tell me they care and they want to listen. I want my parents to know how much I need them, and how much I care about them. But I wish they could just figure it out on their own. I wish I didn’t have to tell them to care, and tell them to listen. I only wish they knew how much I love them, and how much I need them.

strawberry fields forever

Let me take you down, 'cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields.
Nothing is real and nothing to get hung about.
Strawberry Fields forever.
Living is easy with eyes closed, misunderstanding all you see.
It's getting hard to be someone but it all works out.
It doesn't matter much to me.
Let me take you down, 'cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields.
Nothing is real and nothing to get hung about.
Strawberry Fields forever.
No one I think is in my tree, I mean it must be high or low.
That is you can't you know tune in but it's all right.
That is I think it's not too bad.
Let me take you down, 'cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields.
Nothing is real and nothing to get hung about.
Strawberry Fields forever.
Always no sometimes think it's me, but you know I know when it's a dream.
I think, er No, I mean, er Yes but it's all wrong.
That is I think I disagree.
Let me take you down, 'cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields.
Nothing is real and nothing to get hung about.
Strawberry Fields forever.
Strawberry Fields forever.
Strawberry Fields forever