Wednesday, Nov. 05, 2003
blood
and the therapists was difficult
it was a forced conversation
i knew nothing about the words that
were hesitantly leaving my throat
she wanted to talk about before i bleed
when all my resolutions vanish
and the voices that say no..
are replaced by the ones who whisper yes
and i know exactly what happens
they gets thrown out the window
and come crawling back later
when there is blood dripping down my wrist
thissidedown at 10:08 pm