on the way down all the girls seem to be...me
we'll see how brave you are...
i tried to stop my chest from swelling in pain with a bag of iced pineapples. i could feel my heart racing, pulsing through the plastic tourniquette and my fingers are frozen from the cold of this place. dark and cold and still the summer S.A.D. seeps through in inescapable slivers, cutting me up inside. there is no eternal spring. im driving myself crazy. i need to get out of here, but i think 'here' is really my head and i'm not sure how to get out of that. i'm not sure where i'm going and i've burned the trail behind me. i wonder if my biological parents ever thought of drowning me when i was born. what if ophelia hadn't died?
i tried to stop my chest from swelling in pain with a bag of iced pineapples. i could feel my heart racing, pulsing through the plastic tourniquette and my fingers are frozen from the cold of this place. dark and cold and still the summer S.A.D. seeps through in inescapable slivers, cutting me up inside. there is no eternal spring. im driving myself crazy. i need to get out of here, but i think 'here' is really my head and i'm not sure how to get out of that. i'm not sure where i'm going and i've burned the trail behind me. i wonder if my biological parents ever thought of drowning me when i was born. what if ophelia hadn't died?