hey electric rain catapults from static clouds to bounce off of the pavement
i can hear your heart beating above the traffica rainbow of turning signals and headlights illuminates your eyes
i am mesmerized by the drops of moisture collecting in your eyelashes
midnight dew drops
sparkle sparkleEntwine your fingers with mine and i'll warm you up
the autumn chill can never get to us
we're invincible
you'd like to think that you were invincible, yeah, well, weren't we all once?[and then i fell in love
for the first time
and somewhere on the way down,
i cracked a rib
and punctured my heart
this congealed blood weighs me down, clinging to my wrists
my thighs
im so blatantly
fucked up, it's written on my skin
maybe that's why everything went to hell
why did everything go to hell...
i mean, other than the fact that i always does
it always does]
hill after hill, we move towards our destination
we can anticipate being alone
the distance seems so painful
time seems to linger on, an unwelcome visitor
we linger in the moment
savour this,
we may never be here again.
lay your head down beside mine,
listen to electric rain hitting the pavement
drown out the spitter spatter with whispers in my ear and
i'll warm you up
for the last time.
ive been on a cutting binge. ha. good times. when i wake up, before i go to bed. its mostly because i get just overwhelmed with this feeling of total self disgust. i hate myself so intensly at times that i have to hurt myself, to make myself bleed. i dont even feel better afterwards. just like i wish i could think of some harsher punishment.
argh.
im so alone. so frustrated. so angry. so hurt. so sad. so depressed. so empty. so horrible. so so horrible.
at least ive been writing like mad.
at least there's always smoking weed and reading novels.
at least there's always daydreams.
where i pretend that im somewhere else, making love to a beautiful girl, blowing smoke rings towards the ceiling, frolicking in the sunshine, running through a field, playing guitar, doing anything, anything where im happy and i dont have two hundred scars all over me
i dont have those marks that give me away to everyone right away
or those urges to make those marks
gah.
when is this over.
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