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By ~*Truelies*~ Date: 2002 Mar 03 Comment on this Work [[2002.03.03.08.17.23914]] |
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Inside I'm vibrating, Fear is bouncing off the insides To the outsides And I feel sick to the stomach And beyond. My skin crawls with something I wish to cut out, I'll shake until it's gone. This is the state of my mind - Depressed they said. You take me in your arms, Saying nothing. I want to cry, Why me? But your eyes curl, Into a grin, Then into me. Moments seem less long, The sad hours die. Whale, you say, You need help. But if you ever get it, We're finished. You smile and say "Stuff you my psycho girlfriend" And I wonder who the crazy one is. We play ping pong, and boules, Til we fall asleep. You hold my scarred hand, Right through til sunrise. And for those few moments, The shit really stops. Thank you. |