Behind such a beautiful face lies demons and self disgrace.
Such sweetness in his lips, mouth, eyes.
When will you give my love a try?
It hurts when he whispers goodbyes.
Please stay, I say, but he goes anyway.
Wednesday, August 17, 2005
Just give me morphine
Written Jan 2004
I'm in a love coma. I cannot move or function. All I do is think of you. Why? How? Tingles constantly go up my spine, in my head, a lump forms in my throat, but I cannot cry anymore. Nothing can stop these thoughts I have. They are all of you. I cannot figure out this puzzle in my head, I can't figure out how to get of this couch and live my life again. I feel dead. I can't breath or think any happy thoughts. All I do is die over and over. I can't figure out why you sound so happy and I am in my own hell of a prison. Wasn't I a good girl? Didn't I treat you so good? Don't I deserve happiness? Why do you deserve to be free of agony? Why is the good girl killed and the cheater still standing? Too many whys. Just pass me the morphine.
I'm in a love coma. I cannot move or function. All I do is think of you. Why? How? Tingles constantly go up my spine, in my head, a lump forms in my throat, but I cannot cry anymore. Nothing can stop these thoughts I have. They are all of you. I cannot figure out this puzzle in my head, I can't figure out how to get of this couch and live my life again. I feel dead. I can't breath or think any happy thoughts. All I do is die over and over. I can't figure out why you sound so happy and I am in my own hell of a prison. Wasn't I a good girl? Didn't I treat you so good? Don't I deserve happiness? Why do you deserve to be free of agony? Why is the good girl killed and the cheater still standing? Too many whys. Just pass me the morphine.
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