Friday, February 11, 2011

I'm over you now. I'm at home in the clouds, and towering over your head.

I'm down.
You can't get as low as I feel right now.
Is this your plan? Give me a taste of my own medicine?
My throat goes tight when I see you.
I'm numb.
You're master plan is working on me.
I feel my eyes moisten when you smile at her.
I'm numb.
They all say the same thing,
"Wash your hands of him, get a new."
"You're better than waiting around."
"You can get through this."
I'm numb.
They don't feel the constant hurting I do.
They don't have to smile through it.
They all can have feelings.
I'm numb.
Damn this life.
I'll get someone new,
Then, HE can live through this.
Fuck him.
I'm numb.

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