Waving
             My
                   Phone
                          Frantically
                              In
                      The
                Air
                      To
                            Get
             Service

Forget them food stamps Jim-Bob
We nabbed ourselves a deer!

This aching need, this want.
It's torturing me with its taunts.
It lies in wait in a little tin in my purse.
I can't stay away, for that would be worse.
I tried, I swear, I knew you were counting on me.
I failed, as I have for half my life, and I'm sorry.
It heals me, it keeps me awake, it numbs the pain, I'm immune to heartache.
I can't cry, don't you see?
Without it I'm a mess of tears and emotion. I'm just trying to survive without creating an ocean.
I've explored the depths of insanity before.
All it takes is a little hit to bring me back to shore.
Is that so bad?

Love bears all things
- or does it?
I don't know how much more I can take
- but I love him.
I'm scared and weak
- I don't know where I stand.
Back to the beginning
- all over again.
Tired of being reassured
- I don't want reassurance.
I want to reverse our love's senescence
- Its death won't procure my compliance.

I have no soul

I have been cored harshly like apples ready to be sauced

The only things in my life I willed to keep were stolen away

Too afraid to do it myself could Kevorkian help me out?

Oddly, after all the talking I've done, I've no fight left

Just tears of self-pity

Two innocent lives will relive the cycle of my life

Due to the meddling of a horrible girl

Too obsessed with her own gain to realize their loss

If there were a God, He would strike her dead

If I were God...

Those things are better left unsaid.