It's happening again. I'm taking it all in hoping this time that it doesn't make me fall apart.
The crul twisted thoughts that lie within me make me so blood thirsty to the point that this thirst may never become quenched..
You told me your secrets but I could no longer tell you mine. Because there has always been that thin line that seperates you and I and everyone from myself and one another. And no matter how much I cover up this bleeding heart it keeps running over. And I'm afraid that I may lose everything and no longer be amoung the living.
[I wondered what the Angel of death would look like if it had a figure. I don't think such a thing could possibly exsit]
I want to cry out so badly and I want someone to be there and hold me and say "It's okay Dolley I'm here for you.."
But there never is.. anyone there for me. But I'm always there for somebody.
Why do I have to end up alone at each point of pain and frustation. It leaves me feeling numb in the end. I know there are bruises there I just can't see them.
I want to go to sleep and have lovely dreams that I may never wake up from and then I will be dreaming forever in a never ending happy sweetness with no bitter taste to the end.
I want the dream to stay happy and unrealistic at all cost.
Am I asking for to much considering that I just want escape what one would call truth. If I end up crying I will never stop. I will cry an ocean of tears and end up drowning in them and in the end when I lose breath and will slowly and softly sink to the bottom of the ocean and be forgotten like a faded memory...
[All the color is gone.. I let the butterflies out of the box... I'm left alone and my teasure box is filled with rocks...]
 Centrifugal_comfort · Thu Sep 15, 2011 @ 09:18am · 0 Comments |
