Do you remember the day you waited for him to call, and you passed out hoping for him to care?. The day you tried with all your senses to let him know you needed him, but he never did? It could happen again and again.
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5150HOLD
I can see ghosts, I'm selfish, I'm rotten. I hesitate too much, I'm always scared, I hit my head against the ground everyday. I pile boxes in front of my bedroom's door to feel safe. Music made me, Internet raised me. I believe in God and I use dirty diapers. I was born naked and now I work as a full time redhead. 3 Months, 1 week, 2 days, 7 hours clean and sober.
I thought pain had nothing to do with any sort of physical sore until today. I’m getting really hard panic attacks over the shrillest beating toothache. I would rather cut off my feet so I would concentrate in it instead of my mouth, but so far I know that would only make matters worse. I took double clonixin lysine so now I’m aware of my stomach and liver, I can feel my body literally burning, I hope my skin can consume it self from the inside so I could have a big wound below my chest. I may want to touch my bloody organs but that would feel okay as long as I forget my naughty molar.
I know someday my kidneys will fail, I can act like I don’t really care for a while.
