Anonymous, by Loneliness is condescending Subscribe to rss feed for Loneliness is condescending

Every word I speak, every word I write is meant for you 
Your ears hail every line to nothing 
A plea becomes a scream
Pounding at the wall around your heart 
My scream becomes a vow of silence only to irrupted back
into a plea
“Dear Anonymous, I’m waiting for you”
Papers pile up waiting to be sent 
The message is a simple one 
“Please critique me,” it’s said a thousand times over

I watch as you compile to every lie
Shredding every piece to nothing 
What I really meant to say 
 Dear Anonymous
 Look at me just this once
Dear Anonymous
I’m right in front of you
Dear Anonymous 
 Please Love Me 
Posted: 2005-11-18 06:05:07 UTC

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2006-03-22 17:42:37lost the lonely dead
aww *laughs* seems we all have an anonymous, a dream someone will actually care