About waking.
09/21/2008 02:46 p.m.
Trouble lifting my eyes open, swollen is this head; so many needles woven through and through it feels like surgical woes and my home is just a hospital stay; eating guilt and drinking longingness lingers on an empty stomach, pangs of broken bottles and battles all along my feet; my shelter is breaking and my skin is so tight, my only fix is something I thought once existed, but believing only gets you to the edge whilst faith throws you off.