Thursday, Sept. 12, 2002/11:32 pm

weird random thoughts

I feel so bad, looking you in the face and saying i'm okay.

When really im tied to this fence, sharp edges poking into my back

My screams are muffled, my pleas held back

My scars are a cover to my damaged state.

Forever printed on me

i can't just rub these tracks away.

Everyday i hide, i run away at every chance i get, and i don't want you to follow me,

I'm being suffocated by a thick blanket, it's smothering me, but i don't want you to set me free

This is how it's suposed to be, you up there and me down here.