"This stupid world"

Am I suposed to suffer,
Am I suposed to be rejected by my friends,
To be sucked up in a sphere of hate?
I don't have a mate,
I feel lonely in this town:
The ones who liked me
are now the ones
who don't give a shit for you...
Have I changed?
Am I not cool enough for them?
How I'm I suposed to know I'me wrong,
If everybody says I'm fine?
I don't understand why I give a shit for what they do,
You reject me,
I should reject you too.
But that's just me,
More worried about the others,
less about me,
maybe that's really what I have to be,
but it hurts,sometimes,
it hurts when the world turns his back on you,
and you can not do it, too.

Distance...

Your so far away,
I can't see you well,
just a glince
of who you really are.
I can hear you,
but I only ear a whisper:
You're too far,
Too far away from me.
Can I call you name
up in the air?
Would you listen?
Would you say mine?
It's not fair,
That the people here
are separated from those
who're there.
Can we overcome the distance?
Or will we surrender to it?

Diálogo(que eu queria ter):

Ele: Tu não estás bem, o que se passa?
Ela: Não é nada, não te preocupes comigo.
------------------------------(Ela suspirou)----------------------------------------------
Ele: Não me mintas, algo se passa, pareces morta por dentro, pareces distante.
Ela: Talvez, não sei, mas porque te devo dizer o que se passa?
Ele: Bem, somos amigos e além disso preocupo-me contigo.
----------------------------------------(Ele corou)---------------------------------------
Ela: Hmm ok. Tudo bem. Mas não quero falar sobre isso.
Ele: Porquê? Deixa-me ajudar-te, quero ajudar-te.
----------------------------------------(Insistiu Ele)-------------------------------------
Ela: Tu não compreendes, é demasiado complicado.
----------------------(Disse ela, com os olhos baixos)-------------------------------------
Ele: Mas eu compreendo, basta explicares-me.
Ela: Não vale a pena, tu não me percebes.
Ele: Posso fazer um esforço para te perceber, basta contares-me o que se passa.
Ela: Não...
Ele: Qual é o teu problema?
---------------(Disse ele com um tom agressivo)-----------------------------------------
Ela: O meu problema é que por mais que tente não consigo esquecê-lo, por muito que faça, por muito que tente ele está preso no meu coração tal como as garras de um predador na presa.
-----------------(Disse ela, com uma lágrima ao canto do olho)--------------------------
Ele:(Inspirou) Compreendo-te, mas tens que ultrapassá-lo, ele não gosta de ti como tu gostas dele.
Ela: Pensas que não tentei já? Pensas que eu não o quero esquecer, que não me esforço por isso? Isso é deixar que uma doença com cura te mate lentamente, pouco a pouco te roube a alegria de viver. Eu já tentei, mas cada vez que o vejo com outra rapariga, o meu mundo desaba, por muito seguro que esteja.
------------------------------------(Ela começou a chorar aos poucos)---------------------
Ele: Eu sei que é dificil, sei que passaram por bons momentos como amigos mas mais que ele, tu tens que seguir em frente, encontrar alguém certo para ti...
-----------------------(Ela interrompeu e disse:)------------------------------------------
Ela: Já tentei, mas ninguém quer saber o que sinto, apenas me vêem como uma amiga, nada mais.
---------------------------------(Ele suspirou)--------------------------------------------
Ele: A solução para tudo o que sentes é encontrares alguém especial, alguém que fale contigo, alguém que não te deixe sozinha, alguém que entre na tua vida e que o retire do teu coração.
Ela: Não encontro ninguém.
Ele: Posso retirar-te esse peso do coração?
Ela: Como?
Ele: Queres deixar-me entrar na tua vida, deixares-me curar esse teu coração desfeito?
...
Ela não respondeu, beijou-o e aí encontrou a solução para o seu problema: Ele.

Crush

Há dias em que me apetece... esmagar!

Just a thought...

Come on,
go on,
tell me I'm stupid,
tell me I'm fat,
I may care,
but I don't care at all.
I may stare,
I may look scared,
But I will resist,
I will prevail,
Does that makes you pissed?
I may revenge,
bu that depends.
Don't judge me,
If you don't know me,
Don't insult me,
If you're not right.
I'll remember,
time is short,
and I can't forget,
but if you say
Sorry, don't worry
There'll be no regret.

After the rose,
Their world started to fall:
all that they built,
all that they worked for,
all ruined.
She started to realize,
that, after all,
she didn't loved him that much...
She didn't like the way he acted,
she was ashamed of herself,
acting the wrong way,
doing the wrong things,
being judged by her closest friends,
joked by her enemies.
She loved the rose,
but she didn't loved him,
So, in a cloudy afternoon,
She turned to him and said:
"I'm sorry it's not you,
It's me,
We're over,
That's how things have to be."
"But why?- he said-
Why does it has to end?"
"I don't love you
and I'll not fool you
or play with your feelings,
it's better this way."
And then she left him behind,
Trying not to stay,
Trying to run away.
The time passed,
she ignored him a little,
so that he could overcome
all that they had been trough.
But he didn't understand,
he was mad at her,
so he started to joke her,
he started to be ironic,
despicably stupid.
She tried to understand,
She tried to talk,
but he didn't stop,
So she stoped it.
She was so tired to being joked,
She was so tired of him,
That they had a fight.
After that she never spoke to him again,
and he did not speak too.
She is misses the conversations,
the discussions,
the times they spent,
but now it's too late,
now there's only hate.

Love Story...(part 1)

Once upon a time
there were two teenagers.
She thought she loved him,
She thought she knew it all about relationships,
about kissing,
huging,
loving.
He thought he knew her well,
he thought she was is world:
smart,
cute,
diferent...
They were good for each other,
they understood one another,
they had no secrets...
One day she meet him
for a simple walk
that would become
the beginning of the end.
She said she loved him,
He said: may I kiss you?
Oh! That was the first kiss
of those two.
They tried to understand
what they felt,
what they would do,
She tried to work it out,
He tried too.
But the pressure began to rise,
Until it was oversized,
and then the thing happened:
She freaked out.
She didn't know what to do,
So she did nothing,
And he did nothing too.
One day he made her a surprise,
Took her for a walk,
and in the middle of the fuzz
he ofered her a rose...
She was speachless,
and he, well,
he was in a total mess.
She didn't know what to say,
it wasn't really her fault:
She wasn't ready,
She never had pass trough that.
He was angry:
"Why didn't she react?"
They kissed,
but it wasn't a real kiss,
it felt like an obligation one...