deepest corner of my soul
the blackest pit with no control
im holding my heart
cradled and crying
praying whilst dieing
over-reacting
once more
im grinding my teeth to hold out the pain
my neck oh so stiff my stomache just as tight
ill be sick if i loose
my control
to keep me whole
in this hole
i call home
i block all the outsiders
even my own thoughts
and lie there in solace
in peace, broken
fighting with my own thoughts to shut them off
so i cant lie to myself
Saturday, 7 March 2009
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