It's Wednesday and it's been raining pretty much most of the week.
It's dark in my heart and even darker in my mind. I'm sick of caring, deathly sick.
Numbing the senses I have has become daily. I'll let it die.
The thought on my mind is change. What a challenging word, but oh so necessary.
It's intimidating but yet welcoming with warm arms.
The segment where change is needed right now is my love portion.
Noone can truely understand what it's like. waking to a battle in your own head. Leaving every dark and sinister thought in your bedroom just so people won't judge or ignore what is really there. Meaning in Tragedy, does it have a meaning?
I'm going to put some of my art abilities to use, and hopefully my business strategy will fly off the ground smoothly, if not what's to lose?
The way i am might be a monster, but i'm going to die in my own shoes and take my own reflection with me...
"It's on the tips of our tongues.
Help me, Hear, Leave me, forgive me.
If I fall, I'll be the one left to lie alone In this mess.
And I know, That If you end your life.
I will be joining you shortly."
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