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Post by Dustar Forgash on Apr 26, 2006 23:54:41 GMT -5
Dusty dusty, but not dirty. I think all of the time, but to no avail. My thoughts, my head, I am trapped within, with another self I don't understand. I'm afraid, because it wants to escape, and it's wrath hasn't bounds.
People tell me I don't make sense, they say I'm very f... screwed up. but I just want to be happy, I want to see through the eyes of understanding. Sometimes I feel like a nut, and other times I don't have to feel like one, other people tell me I am one.
I think I'm broken, but I'm not sure, I'm getting desperate in my own little hole, feeling so lonely, but so afraid of leaving. Often I want to be alone, but not sometimes, sometimes I crave attention, what's going on with me, I doon't understand, I think I need my medicine again, but I'm all screwed up, I need to fix things before I can take it daily.. I need to fix things so I can fix myself, and fix the other things... But you probably don't understand.. I want to cry, but nothing will come out. I want to cry, so much. I want the beast to go away, and sometimes I would like to just be one, and stop conflicting with myself, there's too much in my head, far too much, and I want her to give me a hug.. I want her to hug me and then maybe my mind will rest. Maybe.
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Post by CASPER on Apr 28, 2006 9:26:42 GMT -5
Not sure if you meant to make this poetic but that's the phrase that springs to mind ~* Most Poetic *~ I hope the lady appreciates how a gesture as simple as a hug can to do so much Best O' Luck M8 Yer always welcome here Nutty bits & all
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