...and there's so much fucking moisture in the air that it forms drops not of rain but of sweat - god's sweat falls from the sky. only trouble is i'm not clever enough for intelligent design so i have no idea what is happening to me... until it's all just blind screaming, you know, the kind nobody can hear.
so it leads me to thinking, do suicides log out of their social networking sites before they do it? do they just leave a last status update then... r**k is available - so there is seemingly no need to worry....
quiet now, calm in the night, on the outside, in the dark it is clear but inside, inside me nothing is clear and i cant seem to find an explanation or even the right questions. he says he's ok. ok. he says he's only taken a non lethal dose but after telling me that he loves me but he cant go on which one do i believe? who? i get played so easily, fall into the myth that people are good, people are good for each other. but like everything, everything is problematic.
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