i am a volcano on the verge of erupting.

tell me why it hurts to take it all in. like laying in a bed of broken glass and needles it seems.

when you take it with a smile but you know you're in denial.

everything is lightspeed and you are a walking zombie.

billions and trillions of thoughts running through your head, tiny nerves compacting the channel of congested thoughts

you lose feeling , you lose awareness, youre in a daze.

it wasnt a mistake, it wasnt an accident, you didnt walk out of the door and fall into the bed.

you make the choice. you made the choice.

a slap into reality and they take it like everything is fine,

or maybe its because no one knows the truth.

somethings really are better left unknown.

somethings really are better left unsaid.

and now you stick your head into it, but the gap's so small your hands cant enter.

then you realised you're back at square one.

This entry was posted by junhanismuscles, on Tuesday, April 17, 2007. You can leave your response.