Fragile. Handle with care.

10:21am May 14, 1999

I'm so sick in this place that they call sanity.
Lonely at the top and such.
I just want to let it all
come crashing down around me.
It calls my name, loud and clear
and I listen with piqued interest.
The dark, the unwanted
the wrong side of the tracks;
It's where I'm living now that is so bad
by not being true to me.
I hold on to myself mostly,
but soon
there's going to be nothing left to fill my grasp.
It's lonely at the bottom, too,
but I can't seem to find
an easy medium.
I scream and scream
but dont make a sound
If this is what its like to be alive
maybe I'd rather not be.

 

Don't touch, don't touch, just don't touch
because where do all the pieces go
after you break it?
And what happends if you don't?

 

Smile, they call, and I do.
One happy family, right down to the
little dog.
But don't look, because you might see him
kick it before he wags it
and then you'll never believe,
like I do.