another stitched up bullet wound.

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Sunday, September 14, 2008
Reminiscence. @ 9:08 PM
Watch my life,
Pass me by,
In the rear view mirror
Pictures frozen in time
Are becoming clearer
I don't wanna waste another day
Stuck in the shadow of my mistakes.
-Nick Lachey

I suddenly feel really upset, confused, sad, down, melancholic, broken, shattered, torn.
The rope's going to snap under pressure, and I don't think I can cope for the week.
Have to survive the drama of Drama (pun) and the load of work and tests.
I can hardly breathe and now I just want to cry.
There's nothing left in me, except an old message, which I want to burn,
because I can no longer feel the genuine words.
You know this feeling sucks, and I just want to run away.
And hide somewhere, and cry like the lost little girl from 8 years back,
waiting for Daddy and Mommy, and Grandma and Grandpa to come find me and love me.
I can't breathe.