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Im the neighborhood dealer, the streetcorner hooker, and the beaten, abandoned future. I am the child that sits alone and slices her flesh just to see how much it will bleed, and you never even notice the scars. I am your friend, and I hate you more than I hate myself. I am your anorexic and obese daughter that has sex in order to fill a void that is causing an implosion of the heart. I do not want to live past 25. In fact if I can help it, I wont even live past today. Im the disembodiment of America personified a thousand times over in the avenues of our once fair land. I am your lurid nightmares that you will never escape nor ever face..Welcome to the world you refuse to open your eyes to see.
Unknown Gem Type: tlx.tlxinv.guestbook Wake up, coughing, tired, with my face in my hands, staring at the window as the sunlight demands action. All the energy it takes to close these bedroom blinds. Wrote this selfish sadness on a bathroom wall, spent half the span of some lost culture's rise and fall, but I'm as clueless as a drooling four year old. Still hoping I might find the capacity to let you know I know you're lonely. So here's the last call for regrets, a final slow dance through the days that we all hold on to. Here's the promises I've made, tied too tight to undo. An unwrapped gift from me to you...
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