I hate feeling like this is all I've got left.
These moments of confusion and complete anger.
I'm sick of the this rollercoaster love, twists...turns...ups...and..downs.
When is the ride going to end, and where is it going to leave me?
I'm not sure, and at this moment, I can't really care.
Right now... It's as if my mind, body, and soul are fine crystal.
One more free-fall and I might just shatter.
And all you've got are worms for fingers.
Trembling... fidgeting...slippery..and careless...
I'm comming to realize that unsure hands are not a good place for such fragile things.... |