Saturday, Sept. 27, 2003
being drunk and emotional
sobbing into a birthday girls arms
screaming at the mirror all alone
dancing with tears streaming down your face
trying to make sense of everything to a stranger
my body is a cavity
filled with hate and anger and bitterness
my hands have the midas touch
except the things i touch rot infront of my eyes
my eyes shout lonliness
to people who are deaf to the cries of pain
and it was actually four o'clock in the fucking morning when i went to sleep last night in a drunken emotional state
IM SO SORRY
thissidedown at 10:39 am