A chill ran down my spine when I noticed the icy smell in the air. It served to warned us winter was almost here. Lost forever in my own mind, I was brought to reality for a split second. A leaf fell in front of me landing on the pavement. When I looked up I finally noticed how bare the trees had gotten. Things aren't the same anymore, I chose to leave. However this time I left with a sense of freedom from the grip that the lack of change had on me.
Feb 24, 2011
Feb 24, 2011 at 5:08 PM UTC
I do weird things, maybe to fool myself that I chose the way I am.
I'm not as strong and put together as I thought.
If my music is loud enough it drowns out the screaming in my head
but I can't cut as deep as the pain that runs through my entire being.
The thought that we're forced to fight for an outcome we
can't even control is repeated through my mind.
The thought of living this life kills me
but the thought of dying kills me twice.
This is where the words in my head begin to escape through my pores.
Now, in every way I live my life, it's nothing I was or wanted to be.
So why can't I change them?
Feb 24, 2011
Feb 24, 2011 at 4:57 PM UTC
Heat from the sun warmed the inside out of a place I hadn't had feeling in for a long time.
It burns.
Feb 24, 2011
Feb 24, 2011 at 4:42 PM UTC