December 9, 2009

There’s days when the urge to cry, to submerge myself in my tears, to become nothing but my tears, is so intense..it’s a swirling ball of black, making it’s presence known in every fiber of my being. It makes me not want to exist. I want to scream. I want to kick. I want to punch, bite, kill. Yet I look so calm. Yet no one asks. Yet I don’t brake. And, god, I hate the unknowing smiles of others. I swear I could gut them. Take my little pocket knife and scrape the smiles off their happy fucking faces, and stick them in my back pocket. Cute, eh? Night.