something like a dream you
twist & turn and there are covers
beneath me but i am standing
on the ceiling and it makes no sense
the way you look at me and it is
times like these when i am glad to
be breathing waiting for a hello
or something of the sort smearing
shadows on your walls to hide away
the hurt you will never know the way
i bleed or how it burns when you
walk into a room and still cannot
see
me.

09/09/2004

Author's Note: ughhh feels unfinished but have not written in forever. just wanted somethin to come out.

Posted on 09/09/2004
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