s

she was becoming trapped. more and more.

a clock slowly ticking.

...

her pain

its pouring.

"i wonder. if it ends. when everything ends.

will it end then.

will it?"

she is being punished.

for her sins.

her silent story

no one is listening.

her silent story

is floating away

not a fickle of a memory

only the dust remains

all she needed

was a loving friend.

i wish the numbness of my existance. would pinch me.

so i could once again see the light at the end of the tunnel.

but i am happy knowing ill die someday.

i watched a movie called franklyn where there is a suicidal artist and i really liked her story sometimes i feel like ll go crazy and be like her. hahaha

Wednesday 23 November 2011