25-Oct-2008
They wanted documentation
of my truths
when I could only
construct
lies.
26-Oct-2008
He fled my eyes,
leaving behind vacancies I couldn't cash in 27-Oct-2008 I was the outsider - their backs in my face, while my pockets consumed nostalgia. 28-Oct-2008 Someone died today, rotting under raindrops. 29-Oct-2008 Tears don't fall and it's raining beneath the floor - spitting upwards attacking me through cracks. 30-Oct-2008 I am a hypocrite scraping under cupboards looking for love - when I despise it. 31-Oct-2008 The itch in my eye increases and everyone wants to haunt my sleep. 1-Nov-2008 I lay on the bed - sore, semi-conscious, still playing games... still losing. 2-Nov-2008 No amount of whiskey shots can melt the sound of me becoming nothing. 3-Nov-2008 He breathed and the air turned sour. 4-Nov-2008 My mother's roses died. I took them to decorate my room. 5-Nov-2008 I want to paint everything white so the world will hurt me less. 6-Nov-2008 The floor is blistering beneath my feet and I'm falling the wrong way. 7-Nov-2008 Whispers burn down my throat - I'm backing out. 10-Nov-2008 Feelings are lost between the intervals of not writing. 12-Nov-2008 He asks me to reveal my thoughts on papers; but I have too many secrets. 13-Nov-2008 Today is ominous - the risk of death is higher; the chance of loss: extreme.















Granny 
how could I forget?!











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