Can I tell you how I want to scream? Will you tell me to be quiet?
Can I tell you how I want to sleep? Will you tell me to keep moving?
Can I tell you how I want to cry? Will you turn away in embarassment?
Can I tell you how I want to hurt someone? Will you look at me in fear?
Can I tell you how I need to hold onto something? Will you pity me?
Can I tell you all the ugly things there are to tell? What will you think then?
Can I trust you? Do you trust me?
So many questions. It's all in question.
It's all wrong. There are no right answers.
Do you feel it? Or is it just a distant memory?
Did you ever feel it?
Your life is gone...get over it. Move on.
"Living or existing?" the church sign asks silently on one side. On the other, some cute little quote about my obligations to God.
I have no idea what to say anymore. I want to forget and move on. I hate it all.
My mind cannot hold the details...cannot process this life. I sit and stare and wonder...
Can I tell you?