Make me a witness
I would pull you from your tower. Take away your pain. If you would only let yourself believe.
I feel disected, exposed. I feel naked.
This is healthy.
I could be smiling now.
Perhaps my platonic relationships are more important. I think learning the boundaries for both platonic and romantic relationships is entirely too hard.
Thank you xanax, vodka, doxylamine succinate. Always there to calm.
I wish I could sleep in my ocean of blankets all day.
We all do what we have to do.
God, I am so much better then this...right?
Why am I such a masochist?
I know I can't be with you. I do what I have to do. hhahha. If only I had the strength and knowledge to pick the right choice.
I don't know how to quit you.
Take me out, out of darkness, out of doubt.
I won't weigh you down with good intentions. Yes, yes I will.
I won't make fire out clay.
It's 11:00. I have to be up at 6:30.
I need some distraction. Some, beautiful release.
I am in the arms, not of an angel, a man, my mother, or best friend, but with God. He has carried me throughout these last ten months. Throughout my life. Even when my back is turned on Him, and I tune His gentle voice out of my head. I tune out the One Entity, that no matter what I do, will love me. ALL are welcome to the table. ALL may come and eat.
Love, Me.
I feel disected, exposed. I feel naked.
This is healthy.
I could be smiling now.
Perhaps my platonic relationships are more important. I think learning the boundaries for both platonic and romantic relationships is entirely too hard.
Thank you xanax, vodka, doxylamine succinate. Always there to calm.
I wish I could sleep in my ocean of blankets all day.
We all do what we have to do.
God, I am so much better then this...right?
Why am I such a masochist?
I know I can't be with you. I do what I have to do. hhahha. If only I had the strength and knowledge to pick the right choice.
I don't know how to quit you.
Take me out, out of darkness, out of doubt.
I won't weigh you down with good intentions. Yes, yes I will.
I won't make fire out clay.
It's 11:00. I have to be up at 6:30.
I need some distraction. Some, beautiful release.
I am in the arms, not of an angel, a man, my mother, or best friend, but with God. He has carried me throughout these last ten months. Throughout my life. Even when my back is turned on Him, and I tune His gentle voice out of my head. I tune out the One Entity, that no matter what I do, will love me. ALL are welcome to the table. ALL may come and eat.
Love, Me.