I'm here right now.
Where are we going to go together?
I know the bad that is going to happen because there is so much fear inside of me.
It is sort of hypocritical of me, I know. Depression, the desire to die and not wanting to live...and yet still I feel absolute terror over the thought of being put in danger again.
I haven't been able to sleep well or function. I randomly have the shakes and just am not sure how long I can live like this before I pop.
The dawn is quickly coming this way, lighting up in bright shades of gray.
I long for a better place and better time but I'm afraid my fear will compel me to stay here to long and I will die.
Just stay here please, do not let me go because the hour is late and I don't know what to do or what will happen.
Please.
Saturday, September 20, 2008
I'm here right now.
Where are we going to go together?
I know the bad that is going to happen because there is so much fear inside of me.
It is sort of hypocritical of me, I know. Depression, the desire to die and not wanting to live...and yet still I feel absolute terror over the thought of being put in danger again.
I haven't been able to sleep well or function. I randomly have the shakes and just am not sure how long I can live like this before I pop.
The dawn is quickly coming this way, lighting up in bright shades of gray.
I long for a better place and better time but I'm afraid my fear will compel me to stay here to long and I will die.
Just stay here please, do not let me go because the hour is late and I don't know what to do or what will happen.
Please.
Where are we going to go together?
I know the bad that is going to happen because there is so much fear inside of me.
It is sort of hypocritical of me, I know. Depression, the desire to die and not wanting to live...and yet still I feel absolute terror over the thought of being put in danger again.
I haven't been able to sleep well or function. I randomly have the shakes and just am not sure how long I can live like this before I pop.
The dawn is quickly coming this way, lighting up in bright shades of gray.
I long for a better place and better time but I'm afraid my fear will compel me to stay here to long and I will die.
Just stay here please, do not let me go because the hour is late and I don't know what to do or what will happen.
Please.
The only place I feel safe is my room but it acts like a prison cell, cutting me off from the rest of the world. But God, I can't handle much more contact with the people I know. I am feeling so stretched...like I am pulled to far apart...too many conflicts, pains and confusing sentiments.
I want to go home.
Beyond this desolate wasteland.
This cheap plasticland with no sense of real,
I'm so sick of this all.
I want to go home.
Beyond this desolate wasteland.
This cheap plasticland with no sense of real,
I'm so sick of this all.
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