2005-10-14 at 8:16 p.m.
when you're this down
hope is no different from darkness
you can't control the behavior
it's your complete handicap
so why don't you throw my stuff out of the house?
pack it up in a pretty pink ribbon
'cause you're just so loving
& i can't measure up
i can't turn the corner
because this road just doesn't end
you can send your deepest sympathies
to my new home address
it's an incredible feeling
but i will not complain
it's just another bonus of my sickness
the gap just needs to be bridged
why i can't focus on anything other than this
my flaws, my loves
the details are blurry
it's still loud & crowded
& the clocks ticking away the time left to find myself
there are certain things i need to do
& there's no magic explanation
it's no longer the compulsion
contacts to bring back the normalcy that doesn't exist
--this was SO weird & it's on my to do list to fix this one up