Dear Diary....11-5-99 "Lose"

Dear Diary,   11-5-99

 

 

 

Numbness, calm. 

The brain can no lonoger hear the chattering within its walls. 

The clammering echoes, moves endlessly, how will it end, how will I know! 

All I feel is hurt. 

Can I survive by my own will.  Is it possible?...who knows. 

Writing, sketching, scribbling on my brain and hand tell the tale of a thing so twisted, so tainted and protected. 

Hide..must hide all the feelings, feel the pain only then will I know it is real, give up and I lose.

 

 

Tracy