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Wednesday, June 21, 2006

 I haven't felt so right since he kissed me.

He's left me a complete mess.

This throbbing, nauseating pain keeps finding its way to the pit of my stomach.

And all I really want is some secure solitude but I can't even get that.

I swallow the pain and the tears but my eyes are so blank & vacant and my spirit is so limp.

An empty bed awaits me tonight but will be let down.

I fear this black, starless sky, cold & empty, and this fire burning my insides.

All I can think about is my forgotten blade gracing my skin and easing whatever it is exactly that I'm feeling inside.

But the pain is so relentless.

Can't I just cut out my heart? Free myself completely.

These days wear me out, I slowly fade - burning out like the stars in my night sky.

The sun comforts me until the night falls and the shadows find me again.

Footsteps fall like rain, but I am alone.

I stiffle my screams with my heart, & these tears drown me to sleep.

I bleed these words but they're not enough. I'm not enough.

No, I'm nothing {to him}.

I fight this everyday.

But inside, I'm crumbling.

He still has me.

This depression still has me.

The best I can do is to let everyone think that I'm OK.

But really,
I'm
falling
apart.
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