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27.9.11
liquorice rizla.
so.
it's happened again. no, scratch that - i've noticed it's been happening all along. nothing is right, nothing is wrong, everything is wrong.
my house, my house mates. my boyfriend. my job. my uni. my car. my skin. my money. myself.
everything is ok. everything is not okay.
waves of love. waves of hate. the resolute and absolute inability to do anything. laying on a mattress for hours. loving it. hating myself for it.
waves of anger and hysteria. LETS PLAY KARAOKE. lets die tonight.
i have suffered a great loss. i have lost my soul. it has been gone for, oh, years.
maybe if i look in the mirror, my reflection will not be staring glumly back at me. there will be a hole, a gap, like there is in the core of me.
who am i?
please come back to me. i need you. i am a shell without my soul.
i have grown accustomed to the space in my life but i need it filled.
i cant go on, as empty as i am.
fill me.
fill me up.
whispered by killa b at 2:57 PM |
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