Find the casual sun day
Starting with the stumbling wake-up, the strained smile
Smelling the hurried breakfast, bile up her throat
Shrinks away from it, queasy, holding her stomach
Never letting it leave her, the emptiness filling up
Inside her, determined to make it last
Heavy textbooks never all that’s holding her down
Uncertainty sawing through her, the only thing filling
What she considers a burden, but how could hunger
Be so cruel?
It’s drilling into her, snarling, never dulling
Never letting up, just a little longer
A little longer...
She dry heaves, it’s a tiny stall
And the walls are closing in
She’s crying, but even in the next stall
You couldn’t hear her, but running in
You saw her look swaying
She’s deeper in then even she knows
Deeper then you cut your wrists
A slammed door is her arrival
And her descending
She washes her face, and you’re right next to her
You eye each other, warily
Both knowing something of the other
But not quite recognizing the feeling
The bell roars, she and you
Walk towards the graphitized door
Both glad to go another’s separate ways
So on and never say
Never meet.
Starting with the stumbling wake-up, the strained smile
Smelling the hurried breakfast, bile up her throat
Shrinks away from it, queasy, holding her stomach
Never letting it leave her, the emptiness filling up
Inside her, determined to make it last
Heavy textbooks never all that’s holding her down
Uncertainty sawing through her, the only thing filling
What she considers a burden, but how could hunger
Be so cruel?
It’s drilling into her, snarling, never dulling
Never letting up, just a little longer
A little longer...
She dry heaves, it’s a tiny stall
And the walls are closing in
She’s crying, but even in the next stall
You couldn’t hear her, but running in
You saw her look swaying
She’s deeper in then even she knows
Deeper then you cut your wrists
A slammed door is her arrival
And her descending
She washes her face, and you’re right next to her
You eye each other, warily
Both knowing something of the other
But not quite recognizing the feeling
The bell roars, she and you
Walk towards the graphitized door
Both glad to go another’s separate ways
So on and never say
Never meet.
When you think you think your in love. Its just a trick. When you feel like your falling you are. Your fallin down and down intill you fall on spikes. The spikes peirce every part of your body but most of all they hit your heart. Thats why you fell like your bleeding from the inside to the outside. Thats why it hurts so badly.
Love can be a trick. But sometime it can be real. It takes a long time to see if it is. During that time your in danger of falling on spikes. BUt if it is real, then, when you fall, your falling into a heaven on earth. When you fall with the one your supposed to be with then your arent in danger with the spikes anymore.
Tell me what this artical makes you feel. If you think Im right, or if im wrong, im curios to what you think. Thankyou!
Love can be a trick. But sometime it can be real. It takes a long time to see if it is. During that time your in danger of falling on spikes. BUt if it is real, then, when you fall, your falling into a heaven on earth. When you fall with the one your supposed to be with then your arent in danger with the spikes anymore.
Tell me what this artical makes you feel. If you think Im right, or if im wrong, im curios to what you think. Thankyou!
This is when he leaned in to breath down her neck
How did this happen, nothings write like a plane not taking flight? It’s wrong like a song with no end. Or a paper but no pen. Were this is coming from I cannot explain. Maybe its ur pointless silly games. Like in hide and go seek am I not aloud to peek. You were wrong and so was I. Are arguments are now in the sky. There done. No redo's or undo's to bring it back. There finished almost deminished.But you bring them back. Back again to haunt me. To taunt me into your little game. But it wont work. You wont get me. Not this time.Cuz my life Is mine.
“What do you want me to do… repent or something?”
