My Key Tired, blah, depressed they all feel the same. I don't seem to know anyomre. To destinguish my feelings is improabable. If my feelings had a voice they'd be inaudable.
Some days I just keep walking not knowing when to stop. My feet are soar, my eyes burn, my stomach growls but I... I can't feel it.
Tell me what love is. What is pain really? Do you feel fear or breathe it?
Some days are worse than others. Sometimes there's nothing at all. I stand in a deep blach abyss, waiting to get out.
Other times I can't think for even a second. A lens out of focus.
Then there are dyas when those who were to come have come. And save me from myself. If only for a while
Alibis of the Heart · Tue Dec 04, 2007 @ 03:57am · 0 Comments |