Wednesday, April 13, 2011
i want to crawl into a hole and die.
maybe i've gotten too good at hiding things.
in the end all we hurt was ourselves.
edged ourselves into deeper waters,
now we're drowning in our own pit.
we tried. we did. we really did.
sometimes i feel like a split person
do i? you figment of imagination.
i wonder if it's odd that i like to say/use we whenever i write
(even though i mean me)
but that just makes me feel overly exposed
makes me feel like someone peeled open my skin
naked.
i want you to hug me. i want you to want to hug me.
I wish I could silence myself forever.
you've either got to be the best, or...
i wish i wouldn't screw everything up like this. why can't we be close? like closer?
i felt so disconnected with everyone today.
and everything's piling up, undone.
we'll make it through tomorrow right? we'll survive.
if you believe hard enough. we will. won't we?
And I wish I’d stop crying again.
someone tell me everything will be alright.