sometimes the thoughts are bottled up like black oiland the ink smears like little blood dropsand every sweetness turns bitterand heavy smoke intrudes..
my bedroom window faces the street.across from the driveway is a street light.at night it looks like a bonfire.sometimes i pretend the entire neighbor..
i've not felt this much in a long time.at least four years.and i am so sorry.i wish i could take away all your pain.all these pills f**k you up so goo..
each minute feels like a light year.each hour is a nightmare.the tick tock hands are my heartbeatinside of this hate machine.satan himself could not s..
and then my heart dropped.suddenly i have taken in all of thisregret, disappointment, nightmareaddiction, hatred, bitternessugliness, depression, anxi..
on my way homedriving down the same streeti always take home.i leave the radio offand try to do some thinking.search for important detailsi previously..
When she entered thr room,she silently closed the doorand scanned the perimeteras if to find something unexpected.Evidence of possible activity.On the..