(no subject)

Aug 29, 2008 03:54

wondering why i am the way i am; broken.

once obtrusive scars now seem delicate.

if you want something badly enough, you will make it happen. make the sacrifices...if i choose to 'love' will my heart not break?

and if i choose not to...

my heart will break as well. i don't...understand... how can i wish for this?? so many wounds...still opened...

heal. just. heal.

many more to come i am sure. there are always sirens here. the stories are rarely quiet. when they are, the silence moves her...

Mother. is She what i want now? i don't. i don't.

dying at this time isn't wise. it isn't safe here anymore. i want to get her- her out.

but i never wanted out before... this place is my home.

fra·gil·i·ty -The quality or state of being easily broken or destroyed.

interesting quality in others...not so much when it pertains to me though.
Previous post Next post
Up