Tuesday, May 23, 2006
you are one of god's mistakes.
you crying tragic waste of skin.
i am well aware of how it aches.
and you still won't let me in.
now i am breaking down your door.
to try and save your swollen face.
no i don't like you anymore.
you lying , tiring waste of space.
my oh my.
a song to say goodbye.
a song to say goodbye.
a song to say ...
for our innocence was lost.
you were always one of those.
with the lucky 7's.
and a voice that made me cry.
my oh my.=
i just had a little something more to add.
its just a random thought.
i think i need to be on prozac again.there is so much on this burden train ;
that i am trying to pull along the way.
somehow.i am trying.
with not much results.
as any dumb human subject can see.i miss wenny.
alot.
i miss my ex - life.
alot.
i miss her.
alot.but.
does it really matter.cause i can't do anything about it.
i feel like a kid.
standing outside the candy shop.
with no way.
with no method.of getting that candy.
he so wants from the top shelf ;
of the cupboard behind the cashier.
so he just stands there.
wondering.when.
how.
who. and what. i hate doing so.
kaye\.- i needed blood to see.
if i was still alive.
and i am.
memories locked at Tuesday, May 23, 2006
