timeless reflections
i cant take much more of all of this .............
when i get there i want to be ALONE......i dont know what to think about ANYTHING
...my friends are not my friends...yet my enemies are not my enemies.....i am not myself.....i am the lost little girl trapped behind the looking glass...and the snow is falling.., cold on old yet open wounds.......the light at the end of the tunnel is fading (i think the millon watt bulb needs to be changed)......i dont think i want to even see you again.isnt that what i wait to hear.......lines across time in my mind ...friends gone....another day , barely surviving, this time because im not sure i want to.......and the pain.....a constant dull ache yet bright enough to wipe out anything else i could feel..........*laughs* isnt that what some stupid people call love?.......i call it apathy and one too many nites alone hearing birds in the trees and seeing the bruised canvas sky.....
......the aloneness of one
......the trials of two
......the tranquility of three
......the fear of four
......the ferocity of five
......the silence of six
......the severity of seven
......the atrocity of eight
(i miss you danny.......at least......)
when i get there i want to be ALONE......i dont know what to think about ANYTHING
...my friends are not my friends...yet my enemies are not my enemies.....i am not myself.....i am the lost little girl trapped behind the looking glass...and the snow is falling.., cold on old yet open wounds.......the light at the end of the tunnel is fading (i think the millon watt bulb needs to be changed)......i dont think i want to even see you again.isnt that what i wait to hear.......lines across time in my mind ...friends gone....another day , barely surviving, this time because im not sure i want to.......and the pain.....a constant dull ache yet bright enough to wipe out anything else i could feel..........*laughs* isnt that what some stupid people call love?.......i call it apathy and one too many nites alone hearing birds in the trees and seeing the bruised canvas sky.....
......the aloneness of one
......the trials of two
......the tranquility of three
......the fear of four
......the ferocity of five
......the silence of six
......the severity of seven
......the atrocity of eight
(i miss you danny.......at least......)