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There is nothing I can't put into words but this has me fumbling. I am happy. Sad. Lost. Confused. I want to say its for the better. That I can cope But my mind betrays me every night, I Hope. I want to say I'm sorry. To beg on my knees. I want to be silent. Forever be alone. Crying in my pillow. Lost. Lost. It's all Lost. I want YOU to comfort me. Without seeing my pain. I think to you, I'm sorry. But I really am to proud to say it. And now I'm mad. You should read my thoughts. I shouldn't have to explain. Why can't you hear my heart? Why aren't you here? |
Rorschach test - see Aya's post Something that gets put to pen always means something, it's just that some things come into focus easier than others and will also mean different things to different readers. | Posted on 2012-04-07 00:00:00 | by Blue Monk | [ Reply to This ] | |