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Friday, February 20, 2009

pinch me, is this real.? this feeling of regret
wake up every morning to the same old mess.
hug myself, hold my chest tight..
this internal blackhole once again, not again.
but there will be no cleaning of the skeletons in my closet,
all that cowardice will keep them in.
i cannot stumble here-
i am safe inside my head.
when i wake up i'll forget, i can try, i will never forget.
tasting life, numb again.
stay asleep;
i am floating up to Heaven, in the corners of my dreams.
but i will wake up i have to wake up
i will come back to my mess
close my eyes, it begins.
i am safe inside my head


or maybe not

she's not here @

8:05 PM