Maybe,
if I could just
sink my head
down into a CD case,
you would think
I'm someone else?
Maybe I could save a day
of torment?
Nah.
It kills me
that I'm here
to try to find some other sad loser
to scream me to sleep
so I won't have to do it myself,
and to know that you're only here
searching for some other sad loser
to scream you to sleep,
so that maybe you can go a while
without thinking about the
sick,
ugly,
words
I etched into my leg in your honor.
Could you stop throwing your rocks at my window?
Is it not obvious that I'm not coming out?
Not now,
not ever
again,
no.
Note
Twitter
Facebook
Reddit
Digg
LiveJournal
MySpace
Report a Policy Violation
the news article as well as check out the individual pieces. We understand that each day you may not be able to check out each and every one of the pieces, everyone has their own things going on. We just ask that you make an attempt to help support the growing Literature community.
Follow us on Twitter
Become a fan on Facebook
Comments