Thursday, June 27, 2013
thorns for thursday
It's hard getting up these days, facing the morning. I have grown dark on the future and cooled to my friends. I think its gone away and i am sickened then its back and I am broken. I feel like there is no surface to breath at just drowning or I'm rescued and leave you in the waves. Come back to me my lost so I can cough back this pain and live. I feel undone and raveling out by the inch trying to hold back everything to not lose it. Even the anger reels away and I gap open hollow.