Running away from the things that hurt me most. The unbearable pain I feel the minute I wake up. The unbearable pain of realizing I woke up. Wishing there was a way, a place, I could go away from it all. A place where I know how to climb and trees were tall. People throw thier words at me like sticks and stones. So I guess wrods will also break my bones. I look into the mirror trying to see myself but cant. And it seems that no matter how much I wipe the glass with mmy DKNY sweater sleeve, I still cant see. Every moment of the day, I find myself walking alone in the opposite direction of everyone else. I no longer cry for I have lost my ability to. My heart aches for love, my veinsfor blood. My body for all of thee abive. I lay in my bed, which is as soft as the clouds I imagine angels lay in, yet it seems as hard as the rocks that were thrown at christans by Saul. I close my eyes and with out realization of when or how, drift into temporary unconscienceness...until the morning.
