Friday, August 30, 2013

trying to hold everything in its hard its hard my world lies inside of me but sometimes it feels like someone has slashed my stomach, blood and organs showing, slipping out and im trying to clutch them inside with my bare hands, as if this will save me from my imminent death. 

strange that something so terribly important to me, ingrained in my memory, should have such little significance to you that you could forget.  one moment, your face turning to me, only us, your hold over me.  how long ago? 

keep thinking how i thought a change of place would change this feeling but i am more trapped than ever and i am starting to think that no matter where i go it will still feel dead.  i will still feel dead.  

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