there she goes again...
She sits alone in her room. Rocking back and forth...back and forth on the hardwood floor. She hears whispers, calling out her name. And she laughs at the world for continuing on. People running from life, tortured by their problems and waking up everyday, the voices of the dead ringing inside their head, "Welcome to Hell, hope you like your stay." And she feels the wind of chills. And the gentle touch of madness. And the jolt of drunken illness. Back and forth...back and forth, she goes.
talk to me.
why do people make fun of others? and why do people change their sex? and why do people do drugs and have sex and hurt themselves? tell me. so i can understand.