March 22, 2011

rather yet pathetic.

i've felt that hate rise up in me.
kneel down and clear the stones and leaves.
i wander out where you cant see.
inside my shell i wait and bleed.

stapled shut,
inside an outside world
sealed in tight.
bizarre but right at home.
not again,
not again.

yet im the one who's obscene.
now im just caught up in all the battles.
fray the strings please.
wipe it off.

this is not the way i pictured me.
i cant control my shakes,
i wish i didnt like this,
something about this is very wrong.

- he says.