and then sink
I listen to time move
slow
then rapid
then slow again
I starve
then binge
my heart grows fat
ready to burst
in hot-air-nothingness
My skin is irritated
blushes fire red
screams lashes
of beaten pasts
scabs have fallen
and wounds began to gush
anger and sickness
of thickening
suffication
I am protected by sheets
naked when clothed
out and about
when really,
I'm lying down
unmoved
unphased
unmotivated
emotionless
I will finally sleep


why worry about small stuff?..excellent write sweetheart..












when i took my trip to crazytown i left it a little late, thought i could manage it myself, and truly lost it... it is frustrating but the moods do lift. you wont only get thru it & get better, you'll be happier than you ever realised you could be and then we can
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