dead girls don't wear wings

May 26, 2009 00:27

i feel like crying. i feel like hurting myself. my eyes look sad & glazed, not quite here, deep stormy grey. i'm tender & tired today. i ache & things seem too much & not possible & old thoughts attack my mind. i don't like this one bit & wish i could change it, but unfortunatly the sludge sticks & makes me choke.

time moves wrongly, i'm thrown around. hospital seems like a dream. i am not real. i am a ghost, because dead girls can't fly. it smells like smoke & stale lager. i don't like it. my eyes burn with tears i have no reason to shed.

i don't want this. not one bit, so why can't i stop it? i turn around & whip around the world & i'm still feeling like this, it doesn't seem right.

i see this is ljsecret, i know he didn't make it about me & i hold back tears threatening to drown me.

the future comes screaming at me, ghosts from closets walk with me

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