loaded guns shot at wishing stars.

i sat at the tip of vegas.
watched the lights dance, took it all in.
small sips kept back the tears.
relaxing.
it gave me a chance to think.
i shot my thoughts out,
silently screamed.
wish i could have seen the stars though.
the non-superficial ones that is.
brite lights always seem to take there place.
vegas skies always have an orange haze to them.
the drive home was breaths taken in.
i wish i`d drove forever.

people now a days are so in the box. no one feels the need to be different, or themselves. but why would anywhere else be any different? i think to myself sometimes if there`s more to life then this.

01. changes need to be made.
02. i need to get myself out of my head.
03. i think way to much.
04. the world is full of lies.
05. sometimes i feel i have no real friends.
06. i`m happy with being skinny.
07. i feel i`m out of my mind, inside my mind.
08. my thoughts leak out of my head as it hits the pillow.
09. i`m tired of the fakeness that surrounds me.
10. starting to feel i`ll be alone forever.

10 days things will be better. i`ll feel closer to her. give me tomorrow and life will be back to normal.