Saturday, October 10, 2009

Slow it down, slow it down.

The lines are getting blurry again, I can't tell my left from my right. Were you ever wrong or right? I miss that feeling of being wanted, but was it worth the feeling of being used? You changed me, I can see that, but the scary thing is, I kind of like it. I wish things were simple again, back to when it really didn't mean anything, back to when you really did care. I can't help but realize that I've become the person the old me, the me I liked, would hate. I wake up in the morning, exhausted from a restless sleep caused by my brain screaming at me all the mistakes I had made in the hours before. My thoughts are so scattered, I cant control them. I feel like nothing will work out for me anymore. Music is my one and only escape anymore, because talking it out with people doesnt seem to be getting the job done, no matter how much I talk to so someone, something always gets left behind, burning holes in the back of my throat trying to get its way out, trying to get out whats really bothering me, but I cant bring myself to let it escape, fearing once its out, I'll have no control over it, fearing no one will understand.

"The taste of ink is getting old its four o'clock in the fucking morning, each day gets more and more like the last day"

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