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By Lulu Date: 2003 Apr 01 Comment on this Work [[2003.04.01.13.04.2934]] |
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Im in the passangers seat of my neighbors old truck.. Listening to some country singer, wailing about his unbelievable love. I catch a quick glance at the speedometer..were going 65mph..it feels like 15. I'm silent.. I'm thinking of everything that has happened in the past 24 hours. I'm thinking of how I say things when I dont mean them. I'm thinking of how I purposly push people away. Im thinking of how I put myself through hell.. and force myself to recover alone... all for foolish pride. I'm thinking of who I want to be with. I'm thinking of what I want to say. I'm thinking of how exhausted and burnt out I am becomming because I wont allow myself to love. I'm thinking of another way to hide the tears..to explain the scars..to cover who I really am. I'm thinking so much.. I'm going crazy.. I want to be home so bad..I want to be locked up in my room with music blaring.. alone with my pillow.. so I can let all this out... Thank God...were finally home. |