This is the girl i am now, take a good hard look at her, hate her. love her. be jealous. feel pity. look away. stare. don't worry. stress. call her. ignore her. become her friend. forget any friendships with her. kiss her. hit her. but most of all hate her. hate her.
This is who i really am. My short 5 minute breakdowns, then it's back up, wiping my face to another day. Everything peels off at night, and i'm frozen in a state of black, and just how i don't know anymore. I've perfected the art of not thinking. pushing everythign to the back of my head for the whole day, or week.. or month if i'm lucky, distract myself long enough. Till it all bursts, and i'm layign on my bed fighting with myself. but it's okay. it's pretty. pretty's okay right?
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