Saturday, April 17, 2004

I think some times as long as I can write I'll be ok. I can sometimes literally feel the weight being lifted from my heart. Kinda like pulling the splinter or sucking out the poison. Thou it does make for some depressing shit sometimes because it's the worst. It's always the worst that comes out.


hate breathing
pain is seeping
from every pore
from the very core
of me
tired of weeping
gun up to the mouth
kiss it all goodbye
decision's final
when it hurts more
to stay
than to go

-me

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