Sep 25, 2004 23:20
aren't you tired cause I will carry you, on a broken back
and blown out knees, I have been where you are for a while..
Aren't you tired of being weak?
Such rage that you could scream. the stars right out of the sky
And destroy the prettiest starry night. every evening that I die.
I am exhumed just a little less human and a lot more bitter and cold. [x3]
after all these images of pain, have cut right thru you,
I will kiss every scar, and weep you are not alone...
I hate it when people I care about tell me, "Don't worry about me. It's not your problem that I'm like this. You shouldn't worry about me." It'd be super if just once he realized that I can't help but worry because he's one of my best friends.