Oct 07, 2009 18:51
Can I conclude that my life has only played the turn tables of an adolescent mind?
Perhaps my life has only been a random card out of the magicians hat, who knows.
Maybe Death hisself has put a gun to his head.
My mind has been processing thoughts and assumptions at 100 miles an hour.
I cant think; I cant eat, I cant sleep. I shake all day. Being tormented by my regrets and pondered thoughts.
This pit in my stomach will not go away, it bites at me everytime I become calm. My heart races too fast that it hurts. I cant breathe.
I dont know what's going to happen. Yet, I dont feel..."Afraid." If I do embess fear, I dont know it's even there.
My mother...She knows something is wrong, if she asks; I will be more likely to spill it all out. But I need to know the full truth before I am consented to say anything. "And now I wet my lips and wait for them to dry."
I suppose; that is my only option.
I fucked up..I know that. I have done many wrong things.
I cant stop crying, my heart wont stop, my mind is massacred.
I need you.
I cant live without you.
I need you...To forgive me just one more time.
I'll make things right; I promise.
God.....Im so scared.
Help me, please.