I Feel Cold When You Touch
I've been up a while, after all that walking around wondering "what should I do with Liz?", but the day was gone and I found myself watching cartoons, just wishing I could be happier. I then went the computer, to drown myself in others art, just for inspiration, you know how they tigger me. Where does life ends? Does it really end when you die or does end at the point where you have no inspiration what so ever, and don't want to get, cause it takes too much effort. You suddenly find yourslef trying to yell but you don't even remember what the fuck you sound like, so you don't want to look stupid infront of others, even thought they be family.
I wanted so bad to look for those who tiggered a blushey smile in me, but saw my question wonder to another day, after heading up the stairs to ask, and looking at the look on my mom face. "If I can't leave hell today you aren't either" it said to me, I repeating the actions I did before. Meaningless tears rolled from my eyes aswell, I say meaningless because they weren't even false tears I summoned to get a reponse, they were just there for no reason in the corners of my eyes. Maybe the TV is the reason and with a will to live once again I looked for inspiration.
Forgive my stupidy
I wanted so bad to look for those who tiggered a blushey smile in me, but saw my question wonder to another day, after heading up the stairs to ask, and looking at the look on my mom face. "If I can't leave hell today you aren't either" it said to me, I repeating the actions I did before. Meaningless tears rolled from my eyes aswell, I say meaningless because they weren't even false tears I summoned to get a reponse, they were just there for no reason in the corners of my eyes. Maybe the TV is the reason and with a will to live once again I looked for inspiration.
Forgive my stupidy