*leigh: bottled up

here i am with my bottled moments. all bare and stripped. like a small child so fragile and vulnerable. in need of that thing they call affection. yet, if you ask me who am i attracted to? i could only say that i am attracted to hopeless individuals and other lost souls like me.

Sunday, December 17, 2006

i am down.

i am walking barefoot on broken glass in a very dark night. i am collapsing and i am collapsing on myself. i am shards of glass, and i am the person being wounded by the glass. i am killing myself. i am remember a little child and crying when my mother left me at nursery school. i am crying so hard, gasping for breath, i am incoherent and i know it.