she watches me from her blanket of comfort conformity as i sit, basking in her elegant illumination i ponder of those yonder, she tells me its okay, alright; things just take time, she knows after all, so i tell her my secrets in her light.
There is an insect inside of me His name is depression He's feasting on my innards The pain moves up to my brain It spreads through my veins Now I'm shaking and choking on my own blood Tearing up Would that I could And I am so very tired If I could only end it all Where am I, what can I do to stop this?
your heart is too accepting it was awfully gaped that anyone can dock anytime at unusual time
close your harbor be the right place for one certain ship
we all allot too much of our time for someone or something that are not even the right things or person for us. i guess we should not let this consume us. it would be not worth it. have a good day!