Wednesday, October 15
angst-ridden.
feel like smashing everything i see in sight.
hurt.
just like a cutting board.
jaded and worn.
tattered and torn.
everywhere i turn i see an ugly face.
perhaps seen through ugly eyes.
from an ugly heart.
it angers me. the ugly me.
i don't want to care anymore.
everyone in this glass globe seems to fade away for the moment.
the solitary figure stands alone.
i'm not alone.
but the world doesn't stop for your grief.
life walks on,
whether you can keep up or not.
sometimes i just wish i was.. better.
more useful.
more able.
anything i'm not.
unable to control my emotions, this is scary. =X
these feelings are like poison.
Lord purge them from me.
please.
it will come to pass.morning brings renewal and hope.it ends here?
there she goes
12:12 AM