Monday, September 04, 2006
Probably so used to bottling things up.
seeking solace in solitude. cool nights of fear.
who comprehended. agony confusion helplessness misery desperation anxiety fear wishful lost weak anger prayers guilt forlorn tired nightmares
self-centred brutes whose lives revolved around themselves.
did we really know, did we really learn, until we were grasping desperately.
the awakening. learning the hard way.
no longer wish to tell. no longer wish to spill the feelings so far down.
it had been so long. so long.
what mattered.
did you really think you know me..
which side had you seen that made you think that was it.
posted @ 11:52 PM
