I have serious issues...
I live in a world created totally in my head, becuase I don't like my life. I can't even write in a diary, because in order to write about my life, I would have to think about, type it, and look at it. Thats just to much for me to deal with. I can't say what I've become, I won't accept it.
Instead, heres something I wrote a long time ago and never shared.
Sunlight never touches my world
so everything here dies
I've built my world with stones,
that have been thrown to stop my cries.
I own a dirty little secret
thats been eating my heart.
In my world the secret lives,
but this is not where it starts.
It's growing like a parasite
that's feeding on my soul
It will be eating me
long after it has grown cold.
Day and night it whispers in my ear
brainwashing me with lies
It tells my shame to turn it's back
and to cover my weepy eyes.
I don't share this secret alone,
It was a gift passed down.
It was thrust upon me,
provided by a demented clown.
My secret has odd wrappin
thats crumpled and brown.
It wants to burst out of it's tomb
so I have to keep stomping it down.
You can smell my dirty secret
it has a horrid stench.
It reeks of sweaty flesh,
known only to a wench.
You can touch my secret
and feel maggots on your skin.
It's trying to find a hole,
so It can crawl within.
Put your ear to it's box,
and what do you hear?
Only screams of torture
could own that kind of fear.
I'm scared I'll pass this secret on,
in it's rebirth will come anew,
Since I can't get rid of it
Tell me what do I do?
Only my secret and I know
the demented clown was you.
you thought you had killed it
but your sickness only grew.
The horror of its blackness
has you begging to forget.
I laugh when i hear you say
that I am something you regret.
My secret and I will always be
reminding you of your bad seed.
The sight of me will causes pain
Now die slow, and bleed.
Now i hide behind my wall
That I've built with these stones.
My secret keeps me company.
I WILL NEVER BE ALONE.
damn... - Friday, Nov. 16, 2007
too tired - Thursday, Mar. 03, 2005
all over again - Tuesday, Mar. 01, 2005
complimentary head should =complimentary hi - Thursday, May. 27, 2004
what it's like to have to choose - Tuesday, May. 25, 2004