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| sheryl |
i have created my very own blather_death ::dramatically stabs herself in the heart:: ::drinks poison:: ::jumps off the brooklyn bridge:: I had a friend in high school who jumped from the brooklyn bridge I always run that day through my head how she must have felt on the train through the rush on her way over. was she numb, not able to differentiate btwn her burning tears and the stinging cold rain beating against her face, begging her to turn back? or was she in a raged hysterical frenzy not knowing any other way to deal blindly seeking an end to her torture did she hope someone would catch her in time? which way to turn quick sharp images feelings I can't deal I can't deal I need a way out trappings loneliness etc etc a person claiming to care, wanting to care in her head I was meaningless we all cared cared with tears in our eyes and candles and song yet she was alones she wouldn't let us |
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