| Friday, May 6, 2011
the words are enough but yet not
the ink running dangerously low as the white pages are violated with angry scribbles of unhappiness
the rollercoaster emotions taxing as they cut slash nearly kill
soon to be dead the potato plants wither
the exhaustion claws away
and no one says a thing.
tired of all this.
can't be bothered.
now, if only you could read what I just deleted.
the purple piggy oinked 5:21 AM
