limb by limb.

tooth by tooth, its tearing up inside of me.

neither you or i can tell each other apart these days

and you would think that not only do you say what i am thinking,
but that you'd somehow know how i have to deal with
my past mistakes on a daily basis.
the domino effect seems to sum up most of it.

i grab the pen and dig with ink
searching for some perfect way of explaining to you
that i can't figure out why
a rainbow makes me sad
why my pillows smell like wet earth
how the sun makes me feel unsafe
and where ever i go i just can't shake the
feeling of being impossible and small.

but you looked at me as if i
were a saint hanging on a mantel.



BLARGH. sounds too damn simple..
i doont know what wrong with me i want to write.. more.. in depth
more into realistic afflictions of my life but i cant explain it and im getting
sooo frustrated.
ugh whatever.