2002-11-05 - 4:52 p.m.
miss my mom1
recollections of depth,
so deep
times when my eyes were wet,
i used to weep
now theres nothing but surface tension
and its holding me up
above the drowning
its not like im frowning,
but ill be damned if i lose my anger
if i fight for the right to have something,
i suppose i want there to be some sort of validity
some sort of solidity
a way to prove there are parts of me
that feel the same
that are in pain
there are only waking hours in which to dwell
its much more difficult to endure my subconcious hell
my point is only that i dont want to relove
those for whom i have chosen hate
that is their fate
and i will never change it
not even if you want it
i want her blood to think her dead
she should pay for how i bled
maybe ill present her with a sliver of my happiness
keeping obvious,
that she had nothing to do with this
just to make her hurt
this is my chosen retort.
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