The only thing I ask is that you don't laugh as I slowly break down my pride. I'll tell you my thoughts, my fears, and why I cry these tears, that beat like a drum like my heart, pounding the rhythem to my life. Constantly, like the ticking of the clock counting down the hours minutes. Untill they all stop.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ part 2
Stop calling my name, like I can do something. Everyone sceaming and shouting, I can't do nothing. Don't count on me, Because I can't be, that thing that you picture, inside your mind. I don't want to hear it. I'll cover my ears, just because I'm scared. Scared that you, don't even care. Scared it'll all fall aprart, just like a puzzel. When you try to pick it up, it all just crumbles.
((there will be a third part....maybeeee.....))
kiwiKassa · Sun Sep 10, 2006 @ 11:53pm · 0 Comments |