Tuesday, August 24, 2010


I’ve got that pounding headache again,

when the world could cave in at any moment but I wouldn’t care because in death loud noises & busy crowds don’t exist.

4 days of weeping and sleeping, I’m emotionally exhausted.

I’m so small I can only take so much, feel so much.

The only silence I get is from you and your sharpened tongue.

It cuts deeper than a razor against my pretty pale skin.

So here it goes again,

I’ll cut my tender heart in two for you, I have no need for it myself.

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