segunda-feira, 17 de outubro de 2011

Miss you

where the fuck am i?
i'm under the earth. way down under. slowly running out of oxygen... slowly fading.
one step from disappearing into thin air. disintegrating.
loosing the thread... that ... fuck. holds me together. i need stronger glue.
or probably someone whose willing to pick up the pieces and make something out of it. if there is still anything left. but how was it that i just lost, everything, or how i never even had anything. how am i supposed to know?
if i could only get back on my feet. but i'm not strong enough. i'm sick of falling and getting back up. sick of pretending i can be alone and it's ok.
sick of staring at a crowd, waiting for you to randomly be there. sick of hoping so deeply inside that what comes out is the strong, fearless me. i want to be able to just have someone to be there for me when i loose it.
i want to be able to be weak
and lonely
and breathless
cadaver.
i want to look in the mirror and feel proud.
at balance.