July 2010
10 posts
wash me away
i can count on only one half of my hand the amount of times i’ve gotten to this point, asked myself what i am exactly, yell for help oh, yell for help. i’ve never gotten a sturdy hand so i take my own and sit in my room contemplating ways to pull away from the ones i’ve learned to trust because they weren’t honest from the beginning but then she grew up, wandered over to...
i wish i could feel something, anything.
painted up like a clown, apply my eyeliner make my eyes lift, walk down the street to the rest stop, wondering when hell will make it’s next shift, throw myself into the train, take a seat next to a cop, wonder how fast i’ll have to act to grab his gun, can’t stop won’t stop, my fingers itch just to finish off these thoughts gone run, take a look behind me and i’m...
+ wind and fire
im slowing falling back into the old me but with only the good things adding onto the new me.
i’d rather say i lost everything than say i gave up on it all.
“I’m sick of just liking people. I wish to God I could meet somebody I could...”
– J.D. Salinger
we don't always see eye to eye
i feel like i’m walking around missing a limb. does it need time? should i be aggressive? maybe not, it might hurt my chances of ever making things right again. even the rare times i find myself smiling i find myself looking to contact you and the horrible wave of disappointment kills me all over again, i remind myself i can’t. hi, i am doing horrible. i’ve realized that half...
hey, hi! good morning, wanna feel like death?
acid reflux ruins peoples lives, including mine.
gimme your arms so i can fall beneath them
this is all i have and its slowly passing through my fingers like grains of sand. it’s bringing me down. i’ve realized that i’m everything my critics said i was, i am shit. i walk around feeling like shit, i eat shit, i speak shit, i look like shit, i am shit and soon i’ll be nothing which is better than anything at all.
