Saturday, Nov. 29, 2003
feel me here
we're dying in the streets at midnight, under streetlamps and in doorways
our throats are dry from cigarettes dancing between our fingers and our heads ache daily after drinking to forget the mess we've left in our wake
our eyes are red raw from crying ourselves to sleep in the early morning and our wrists are scarred with rings upon rings of cuts and bruises
we dont want to feel anymore
thissidedown at 5:53 pm