The mask still hasn't broken; I still clench my fists as my nails dig into my palms. Now the cold has spread out of my core; My whole body's cold with anticipation to just escape. I'm stuck until I can run away; I need to get away, even for a day. I can hardly breathe; The only thing burning is my nose. I look out to only see the darkness surrounding me again; It's a hidden choice I choose to face. My chest is pressured; It feels as if I'm floating because of the pain.
schirdy · Sat Aug 01, 2009 @ 03:07am · 0 Comments |