� Sense � 2002-11-14 � 8:02 p.m. �
I am drowning...
In thought... in emotions uncontrolled... in being alone tonight and having nothing better to do but this.
I analyse. I am fragile... but I guess I've proven that I don't break. I am sensitive and indestructible...
I am a woman... I am a fighter... but I am small.
I've watched friends leave this world one too many times... I've seen friend's parents die... friend's children... their souls....
I've held on to my own soul like a flower in a hurricane... but the wind was too strong and I let it go.
I never thought I'd be the kind of kid who lives in fear... afraid of what has been.
I don't think I need therapist... i don't think I am crazy... i don't think I am weak or wrong or so hard done by...
I don't need faith, or arms, or hearts, nor crosses... I don't need the Holy Ghost or anyone else's Father...
I don't believe one truth will ever find me.
I need an army behind me... I need peace... I need clarity.... I need to believe the shit I talk half the time... I need you to believe in me... not for me.... I can hold my own, trust me.
I need your eyes to say you love me, your hands to say they love me more.... I need strength.... I need reason
I need sense...
Have you found any?
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