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2004-10-15 .....1:28 a.m......-
last night i tried to bring my self back to life, i rest my palm on the inside of my chest. feel like im free to roam my finger feel no tension. my track record is identified by the scars on my arm. my memory is going to be remember as a moment of silence. bring on the banter the witty conversation i close my eyes and come clean. im hurting so much inside that i take everything i see an push it in my chest cavity why cant i be happy, why can i feel a thing. I HATE YOU SO MUCH |