What is wrong?
"You know".
I know?
How can I know?
Everytime.
So many times.
I cannot be all your anger with the world,
I cannot take all your anger.
It envelopes me.
It suffocates me.
How can I always know?
Feb 27, 2012
Feb 27, 2012 at 8:45 AM UTC
You used to tease me about my fat-pants.
One button too tight, so I didn’t eat the biscuits.
I don’t eat the biscuits anymore.
Because they remind me of the taste in my mouth,
When I heard about you
And the crash
And the fact that you’re gone.
Jan 15, 2012
Jan 15, 2012 at 6:46 PM UTC
I am tired.
Tired of a world where I live by morals.
Why do they not exist for others?
I am scared.
Scared of people.
Scared of what they do to each other every single day.
I am small.
So small sometimes I cannot be seen.
It frightens me.
I am myself. I am an open book. I am a melody.
But why can no-one read me –
Why can no-one hear me –
Am I a different language?
Am I a different sound?
Jan 15, 2012
Jan 15, 2012 at 6:42 PM UTC