It's me
Again...darkness Again...silence Again...nothing A solitary heartbeat, a bit too slow. One more distraction, too much to go. A solem wish, a fretful regret. A somber saddened sickness is rotting out my head... feeling like we'er dying wishing I was dead. Zoning like a zombie it's all the shit I am fed. I am waiting for the ride that never comes. I am the girl that felt too much to love. Written November 6th, 2001 © on Nov 06 2001 05:56 AM PST, Leah Carter 18 • 0 • 1
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"Again...darkness..."