No pressure from " you can do anything," I can just do what I want.
The sun is starting to come out but I still can't find a way outside of these walls. Behind every door there is another door. Behind that a well lit room at midnight nose pressed up against the glass no curtains no clothing.
***
I can not feel this forever
this constant pressing knowlege of failure
the fact that you are waiting for reprimand
allows it to happen.
You shit head (my mind says)
you ugly motherfucker -
(who will never get it together -
who can not love
who will never be open again)
you stupid cunt.
you should be dead.
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