Sep 12, 2005 21:40
This is a nightmare,
killing my hopes slowly,
writhing within my own head.
Am I too far from help,
or is help too far from me?
The phone is right there,
and that call seems so tempting.
I'd spill my feelings,
abstract and complex.
Two outcomes,
one answer.
It ends,
or begins,
right here.
I have a billion feelings right now.