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(September) 8:35



"I'm fucking tired of life. Come run away with me."



"I'm in. Where should we go."



"Anywhere but here. That's all I know."



"We all feel that way, sometimes.  Tomorrow, you will forget todays pain until it comes again in the next hour.  Wait it out. I'm always here, always feeling the same."





I'm slipping away

   muttering, "please God..." every night

I don't want to feel sad anymore.

   its that simple



Dying in a world of pain

is that stereotypical to say?

Too bad, I'm tired and can't fight

or try to be strong.



Already too much

   and too little

Drowning in dread and pressure

and starving for love

   always hungry

gushing rivers of words going, "GROW UP, GET UP"

and all the innocence drained away

its been a long drought and

i think the heat has dried up everything.



Another empty night

calling out to ghosts long dead

I don't think your love will ever be what it was before

I'm just too hungry and it will never fill me and

I don't want to feel empty anymore.