Nervous Breakdown phase II

Jan 24, 2008 16:45

 so, why do I still sit here?

Why not get up and just walk out on this dead end job?
Why not just go home and jump in the pool?
Make Peanut Butter and Jelly sandwiches and Picnic with your imaginary friends.
Dance around in the puddles outside in your mother's discarded red dress?
Stay up all night and howl at the moon.

Leave footprints on the white living room tile.

Suicide.

Yes, finally, I feel it.

Used and discarded, Finally....

I want to jog on the beach.... I feel I am disappearing.
I need to see my feet indented in the sand,
my footprints in the tile floor.

I'm a ghost.

I'm going to delete this fucking account.  Over 5 years, the name ravenwidow has become as common as Sarah.
my chest hurts.
I'm leaving this place.
Don't call me.

Goodbye for now.
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