Do Not CrySociety tells me I should not cry,Do Not Cry by shiblets
let my heart bleed in the silence of my momentarily weak sanity.
That if I whine I'll be alone, I should suck it up and act my age.
But here I sit,
Keeping everything in.
Where is my happiness,
lost behind a faded grin?
No one is here, I sit by myself,
slowly disappearing into this beige couch.
Lost, alone, afraid to speak,
because society tells me not to cry,
to just move forward until I die.
Current Residence: Planet Earth|
Favorite genre of music: All--Excluding country and "SOME" rap/hiphop and American pop.
Favorite photographer: Unknown
Favorite style of art: Most kinds
Operating System: Mac OS X Mavericks
MP3 player of choice: Sansa/iPod touch
Shell of choice: Abalone? xD
Wallpaper of choice: ???
Skin of choice: All O.o?
Favorite cartoon character: Betty boop, or Popeye
Personal Quote: Only do the lights turn on, when darkness is too bright.