don't come around when she gets home.

Feb 27, 2008 17:50

my stomach turned, forcing my brain to take in the words once twice thrice.

turn turn turn that sinking feeling of your muscles dissolving.

look away open your paper type pretend pretend pretend.

focus is gone and the night will be agony. i hope you choke.

jerked out from under me. i thought i thought i thought and i might be wrong.

how dare you make me feel like this i've felt like this before for a year the worst time of my life. i feel sick sick to my stomach and everything drains of color and hope.

out of sight out of mind eh fucker.
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