07.24.06
what a life
All the confusion. All the yelling. All the hate.
I hate it here. Wait I used hate in that sentence. I guess I’m adding to the infinite hate that seems to have swallowed this place.
I don’t want to do this anymore. I don’t want to be the one screaming on the inside, screaming because she can’t find that place of silence.
I don’t want to breathe. Every breath I take is one more smell of the insanity that is trying to capture me.
Or does it already have me.
I can’t take this.
I try, keep trying.
But I can’t, not again.
Where is my escape.
When will it be here.
Why can’t they hear me.
Can anybody hear me.
Can anyone see me.
Or is this life I can’t get away from even real.
Or did I just make it up.
I’ll tell myself that.
And hope that soon I’ll wake up.
And go home.
