children dont grow up. our bodies get bigger but our hearts get torn up.
What is that you express in your eyes? It seems to me more than all the words I have read in my life.
There is always something…it always has to be something.
Your subtleties… they strangle me. I can’t explain myself at all. I feel like there is no where to go. Like I am trapped and so easily influenced by everything and everyone, and can’t seem to form my own opinion or make up my tired mind. Like no one really cares anyway. I am that inevitable piece of trash on the road that all the cars drive over. And they see it, but they won’t remember it or care about it. And it wavers and flutters in uncertain directions in the passing breeze. I have lost control. I can’t even control my tongue. The poison I have inflicted on myself is leaking out wreaking havoc on the innocent… and I am sorry. I’m so sorry.
I am not ok. Not right now. Maybe tomorrow I will be…but if I’m not you’ll think I am. I’ll put on a hell of a show just for you ladies and gentlemen.
And I don’t want to need at all. No more trying tonight. No more.
I miss you.
“he made the world to be a grassy road beneath her wondering feet.”
There is always something…it always has to be something.
Your subtleties… they strangle me. I can’t explain myself at all. I feel like there is no where to go. Like I am trapped and so easily influenced by everything and everyone, and can’t seem to form my own opinion or make up my tired mind. Like no one really cares anyway. I am that inevitable piece of trash on the road that all the cars drive over. And they see it, but they won’t remember it or care about it. And it wavers and flutters in uncertain directions in the passing breeze. I have lost control. I can’t even control my tongue. The poison I have inflicted on myself is leaking out wreaking havoc on the innocent… and I am sorry. I’m so sorry.
I am not ok. Not right now. Maybe tomorrow I will be…but if I’m not you’ll think I am. I’ll put on a hell of a show just for you ladies and gentlemen.
And I don’t want to need at all. No more trying tonight. No more.
I miss you.
“he made the world to be a grassy road beneath her wondering feet.”