depression.

April 20, 2005

Slipping into the black grotesque depths of my insanity, brewing in
my belly...
bubbling up my esophagus and insilating my mind within padded
walls...
white like a blank canvas. There's nothing there, the colours
have gone and i am fading.

Fading from your existance and running from mine. So let me fall
into this black hole -
a dead flower no longer cherished. My petals are fleeing from me -
one by one.
But my thorns remain strong; a thorn in my side is a thorn in yours...
and i am sorry.
I wish i could be everything, but fall short and remain nothing.
i have failed. But i still love you.
Let the one sure thing i have not go unrequited.