B (neonsuburbia) wrote,
B
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well hey now kids...this is me

sometimes in the morning i am petrified and cant move awake but cannot open my eyes and the weight is crushing down on my lungs i know i cant breathe and hope someone will help me this time your mothers still calling you isnane and high swearing its different this time and you tell her to give in to the demons that possess her and that god never blessed her insides then you hang up the phone and feel badly for upsetting things and crawl back into bed to dream of a time when your heart was open wide and you loved things just because like the sick and the dying and sometimes when you're on youre really FUCKING on and your friends they sing along and they love you but the lows are so extreme that the good seems FUCKING cheap and it teases you for weeks in its absence but youll fight and youll make it through youll fake it if you have to and youll show up for work with a smile and youll be better youll be smarter more grown up a better daughter or son and a real good friend and youll be awake youll be alert youll be positive though it hurts and youll laugh and embrace all of your friends and youll be a real good listener youll be honest youll be brave youll be handsome and youll be beautiful youll be happy your ship may be coming in youre weak but not giving in and youll fight it youll go out fighting all of them...
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