5-20-07 immense thinking on the life that's left
By to love a psycho
I don't write nearly as much as I want to, nor as fluidly or articulatly
as I would like. I want my words to fly off the paper and into your mind,
gripping its way with claws that grasp and drag. I want to find a point
of discussion that I can argue about passionatly until you agree with me
because I'm that damn good. I want to crack open my skull and feed all
my thoughts to you just so you can comprehend the immense weight that has
now been lifted. I want you to feel the guilt I feel when I don't make
my parents proud on a daily basis, take a dose of reality and never see
the doctor again. It's only an excuse to tell yourself you're not to tell
yourself you're not well. Stuck at the bottom and the waters slowly rising.
You crane your neck up and try to see the light, but it hurts too much
so instead you float your way to the top. I want to be free in a way that
isn't even possible. To dust off the shelves of my mind and recall old
momories of a time when everything seemed perfect and out of place. When
I lost all faith only to regain it in myself, little by little. I'm still
afraid, and I want you to hold my hand like I was a little girl again and
not this thing I've turned into. But there is no YOU in my life, I'm only
talking to paper. And it leaves me as hollow as I was before.
- 12:55 a.m.
Comments on "5-20-07 immense thinking on the life that's left"
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On Tuesday, January 12, 2010, firsthand_account
(6) wrote:
well put, I have been feeling the same way. hooray for the random button! i can relate 100%
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On Sunday, June 3, 2007, The Crimson Queen
(918) wrote:
Tears well up in my eyes because I see so much of myself in your words...
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A former member wrote:
Beautiful.
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A former member wrote:
deep