As i lay here
in the same position that i have layed since last night. i wonder if ill break into a thousand pieces if i were to move. She tells me that this is right, and needed to be done. And yet my heart, my soul, and my brain scream that this is NOT right. i have yet to move because it’s as if i have gone through surgery, the kind of surgery that leaves you paralized and unable to move. The kind of...
im trapped. trapped inside my brain, locked in with my conscience and my memories. trapped in with my broken heart, and the pain that it leaves behind as it scrapes past my organs to be thrown up. And shes the one with the key. I have never ever JUST wanted one thing. my entire life there was always this or that i wanted, or thought i wanted. but never just that one thing. now its her. Not a girl,...
High School Fucked Me Up.
At one point in my lifetime, i had a way with words. I was able to open up my brain and somehow make sense out of the bullshit that lives in there. I cant pinpoint the exact moment or event that made me loose this ability, but that was a talent that i was proud of. Because no matter who i was, or where i came from, or what i did to get there.. i could at least say something that’s worth...