Drip, drop, down my nose. It hurts, yet so satisfying. I wish I could run down the corridor, screaming like a child. But I know I could never.
Into the infante darkness of frustration. There's nowhere to go but down.
I could lie here and think for hours on end. But stress wakes me and welcomes me to reality.As I listen I sing a happy tune, but inside I'm crying out for my non existent savers.
Aug 22, 2013
Aug 22, 2013 at 1:41 PM UTC
Drip, drop, down my nose. It hurts, yet so satisfying. I wish I could run down the corridor, screaming like a child. But I know I could never.
Into the infante darkness of frustration. There's nowhere to go but down.
I could lie here and think for hours on end. But stress wakes me and welcomes me to reality.As I listen I sing a happy tune, but inside I'm crying out for my non existent savers.
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