Got a Gun??
Got-a-Gun?, Got a bludgeon?, got a pill? got a joint?
Got anything??
My wheels have fallen off. This is THE official worst day of 2005. So much for Lamactil. It had just one tweeny little 24 hour day left of Notorious November to get through, to pass the test. Not a fuck. It collapsed a few metres before the Finish Line. They're carrying it off on a stretcher as we speak.
Just want to knock myself out right now. Wake up in 2006.
It's beyond guilt now. Beyond all comprehension.
Pure, unadulterated suffering. Eternal, like the Buddha said.
You guys think you know what this's like? You haven't a clue.
Stop this damn fucking bus now. I want to get off. These words are bleeding out. Drop by bloody drop.
Comatose.
I told you my brother's name and so you became mine.
ReplyDeleteI never knew where this pain came from , but once i said, if you could feel all the pain in the world you would die.
I feel this but have come back.
Why ?
Well maybe to talk to my brother or for him to explain the pain.
Remember we move in the dimensions that only a few can imagine, let alone can experience.
It only takes three points to plot your exact position.
I'm there too. Maybe not for the same reasons, but I want off too. I'm so exhausted. I just want it to be over.
ReplyDeleteIf it were your fault then you wouldn't need medication. I agree with z0tl, drop the guilt and deal with the depression. You can't help the way your brain misfunctions.
ReplyDeleteGood luck
:* Princess