so I've been on oxycodine for almost 3 days now ( Read more... )

the outline is all any other eyes can ever see
and if we dissapear it's only to fill our true selves back in

your expectations characterize me
remember not to let that be all there is
careful, you're becoming empty again
only a product of what others see
and if they glance away you will no longer exhist at all.

a heart written of...[?] endings but not means

regretful of locked doors and empty beds.

[heart] conscience stuck using a 4 inch voice

for the 4 seconds you stop to listen;

and then logic takes over

and that choice will make the difference.

It seems like balance just means that everything happens all at once.
my life is suddenly as manic-depressive as I am.
Out of some of the worst moments I've come to the best places,
I've seen the best and worst of people.
been so distructive and then found myself on the other side

and caught wonderfully off guard by safety.

honesty counts for so much more than pity

when shedding skin is not enough

tell me I can shed my broken soul

she's looking dry, looking for an easy target
let her slit my throat give her ammo if she'll use it.

I am just a stupid fuck with brilliant luck and sometimes a bright idea...

well I am just a silly girl with a sharpened tongue and very little hope.

swaying on the edge of the acceptable

I've got me right where I want.

that stance which I can no longer call truth;

that truth my mind can no longer justify.

from the top to the bottom; from the surface to the soul.

I would live inside this body and let you deal with the outside.

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insignifigant little hole
used to bury things inside
but the bitch keeps digging them out