Monday, June 30, 2008
All those faces with their hollow stares. They have no business being there. They are no better than you or me but that is something that they simply don't see. I wish I could fly away from this place, release myself of these abrasive chains. This little hope that I clinge to is battered and bruised. Everytime I want to see you, help you, be you, all I feel is used. I am not myself and I can never be because these people are fake and bitter. They will swallow me whole, I have no defense. How do I stop caring about all of this? I don't want to hear it anymore, I drown it out. Drowning you won't kill you will it? Your noise follows me in my dreams and in my meditations. I am finished with you.