Backpacks, glasses, books, fedoras, naked..... can it get any better? All thats missing for this nerdy little bookworm is a notebook and pen for her own poetry.
September 30, 2008
My head hurts....
I think its because I have to cry but I refuse to....
Maybe if I hold it back long enough it will disappear...
I can feel the lump in my throat growing it feels like the size of a tennis ball...
I want to scream but I know any actual words will only cause tears...
I feel as if plastic wrap is slowly surrounding my head... each breath gets harder and soon It all fades away....
I fade away... and in the ashes the wet drop hits.... tears? no rain for finally I have found peace and can release the demon that captures my soul.