the singing of
a silent cold
shivvering wet with snow
the sky all white and blowing
im lost alone
and tired.
no hand to catch my fall
no lover to please me at all
i try but i cant win
why must i end where i begin
im sick of everyone
being so happy
with hands and
love and kisses
all i need right now is
a shovel and a snow bank
deep enough to hide myself in
maybe freeze to death
oh sweet.
death or wheep.
no hand to catch my fall
no lover to please me at all
i try but i cant win
why must i end where i begin.
two years have gone by,
i thought by now i would have changed.
i would be beautiful
not so hungry all the time.
but here i am
same weight in my heart and on my body
same damn problem with
not having anyone near me
to care about me.
noone who can look me in the eyes and say
i love you.
damn it
blood
and water
salt
and ice
im fucking sick of this place.
sick of sighing
crying
pain and all of their lying.
im sick
broken
retarded in a way.
no hand to catch my fall
no lover to please me at all
i try but i cant win
why must i end where i begin.
my life an epic poem
written in basic
stupid words
my only friends are the letters
and those who care to read them.
but being cold and hungry
even though i already ate
this must be some sort of condition.
fuck fuck fcuk fkuc.l/.,/,.mmmmm
please help me through the night
dont let me fall
not now
not when i might find the strength to get back up again.
then again.
wouldnt things be so much easier.
i can answer that.
yes.
yes they would. but.
9:47 pm - 16.02.03
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