mascara eyes/cigarette smile.
It's 5:30a.m. and still have yet to close my eyes. I wasn't up all night partying or living it up, but got to spend quality time with an old friend who has yet to let me down.
I have dreams in my eyes but sleep will not come. My heart is always pounding outside my chest and my black lungs sometimes make it hard to breathe... tomorrow is another day so perhaps i'll quit taking zoloft and cigs and try to go on a diet. Nope.
Someone told me how white my teeth are... last time I looked they were gray, maybe I have fun house mirror eyes or maybe they do. B i think.
Everyone is escaping their relationships and using me as a counsil. I never know what to say and possibly think I may make things worse. "You're better off without them... they treat you like shit" is mostly what i say because it's true... what do you say to a crying boy that i've never seen cry before and it makes my heart shatter into a million pieces that only i myself can reattach but i'm too drained to do so? Or to a guy who has spread nasty words about me, yet his sadness makes me cry inside. I don't know.
Everything seems trivial when you have a dying cousin and a mother who is going through even more painful surgeries all from the hands of a quack quack doctor. My family is falling apart-scars upon scars are inside, they're making babies and hatching and multiplying like bacteria on a public restroom toilet seat. They're eating everything that has made my seritonan levels high
and normal so I have no feeling at all. Or maybe it's just the zoloft.
I have dreams in my eyes but sleep will not come. My heart is always pounding outside my chest and my black lungs sometimes make it hard to breathe... tomorrow is another day so perhaps i'll quit taking zoloft and cigs and try to go on a diet. Nope.
Someone told me how white my teeth are... last time I looked they were gray, maybe I have fun house mirror eyes or maybe they do. B i think.
Everyone is escaping their relationships and using me as a counsil. I never know what to say and possibly think I may make things worse. "You're better off without them... they treat you like shit" is mostly what i say because it's true... what do you say to a crying boy that i've never seen cry before and it makes my heart shatter into a million pieces that only i myself can reattach but i'm too drained to do so? Or to a guy who has spread nasty words about me, yet his sadness makes me cry inside. I don't know.
Everything seems trivial when you have a dying cousin and a mother who is going through even more painful surgeries all from the hands of a quack quack doctor. My family is falling apart-scars upon scars are inside, they're making babies and hatching and multiplying like bacteria on a public restroom toilet seat. They're eating everything that has made my seritonan levels high
and normal so I have no feeling at all. Or maybe it's just the zoloft.