there is something wrong. i am in danger. there is a poisonous thing inside me. the beast in my chest... he's sick. and sad. and very, unbearably, lonely. i feel him dying. i'm afraid if he does, then i will too
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i don't know if it is my own loneliness or the lack of sleep or feeling disconnected a thousand miles away from who and where i want to be at this very moment, but i'm crying. silent, lonely, unforgiving tears. and i wonder why i was cursed to this lineage of women that are destined to spend their lives alone...
then again it might just be lack of sleep controlling my fingers...and when i wake up in a few hours maybe i will forget that i am so forgettable and wonder why these words ever came into being...
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then again it might just be lack of sleep controlling my fingers...and when i wake up in a few hours maybe i will forget that i am so forgettable and wonder why these words ever came into being...
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