Crying, crawling, on the ground.
Screaming, reaching, have to pull myself up.
Scared, alone, tired, empty, cold, bitter ,numb.
Distant, forgotten, bleeding, remembering, fragile, biting my tounge.
Swallowing, shouting, scratching,hurting (dieing), wishing I would not explode, decay, waste away, hate myself, analyse, scrutinyze, self combust, slowly rust, pull myself apart through anger,hurt, memories, thinking, dreaming, hoping, wondering.
Opening up to my deepest craving for peace, sanity, security, no jugment or stereotyped feelings, or feelings of being betrayed, mislayed, enslaved, disobeyed by so called 'friends'.
Longing to be loved, to feel grateful, beautiful, happy, optimistic, realistic, healthy, wealthy,alive, apparant, not transparant, reborn, connected, not neglected, but mostly to feel
complete,
open,
free,
wanted.
Copyright ©
broken-glass
... [
2003-08-18 19:25:00]
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