Post traumatics
Today is crap, yesterday was crap, what is the hopes for tomorrow?
I'm sitting here on the bed painting my toenails. The paint is red, like the blood spilling from my aching heart. He left me. He questioned my love and then he was the one to leave?
There is cotton between my toes, I'm thinking how the cotton relates to my friends. sort of holding me up and keeping me from smearing the polish.
The polish is drying now, alot like my tears. I hate when you've cried all day and your face is streaked with stinging salt. A shower would do me good. And I'm sure to go soon.
The paint is hardening now, but I'll keep it from affecting my heart.
Love Rach
I'm sitting here on the bed painting my toenails. The paint is red, like the blood spilling from my aching heart. He left me. He questioned my love and then he was the one to leave?
There is cotton between my toes, I'm thinking how the cotton relates to my friends. sort of holding me up and keeping me from smearing the polish.
The polish is drying now, alot like my tears. I hate when you've cried all day and your face is streaked with stinging salt. A shower would do me good. And I'm sure to go soon.
The paint is hardening now, but I'll keep it from affecting my heart.
Love Rach