It begins like this
You are here
I guess here
But I'm not that's the probably between
the lines that I have drawn
I can choose to be oOk.
I want to say fuck you because I hate me and
I don't
The way that I feel
I am fucking with my own mind
I am creating a hell that I oh so miss
That I oh so adore
Excuses to be nasty and to release hell into the
minds of others
so I can eventually smile since it is all spewed.
skewed.
minconstrued.
my stomach hurts and I want to slit my wrists so I can forget it later.
But where is the light
LIGHT AND LOVE
the flow of infinity
that always is within me
patted down for this misery
I know that it is not meant to be
but for me -
this is where it has to be.
