12.17.2005 | 9:47 p.m.
alone and safe
the way it feels sitting alone picking at hairs that do or don't exist the mirror tells a horrible story my confidence is plucked away and flushed down a toilet the weight is overbearing the struggle is never ending in this technical age there are always others who are understanding and going through the same exact thing but they are all alone it exists while we are alone and when we are in places such as bars or houses or streets we are not alone and it feels so wrong at the end of the day i give my fingers some rest wash the blood from the scabs there was nothing worth saving there was nothing worth leaving alone but myself. |