I am scared.
I am confused.
I am alone.
I am lonely.
I am brittle.
I have your cold, skinny fingers.
They remind me of you whenever I look down at them.
I want to saw my hands off, just so I'd never have to see them again.
I am insane.
I am terrified.
I am not expecting.
I am traumatised.
I am apologetic.
I am absent-minded.
I am insomniac.
I am wilted.
I am jilted.
I am the responsibility nobody wants.
I am heartbroken.
I am not who I think I am.
I am tired.
I am everything. I am everything, all at once.
I am suffering, heavily.
ginx vicioux
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
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