My body has dwindled. My heart imploding... My eyes are sore. Living - I'm loathing.
Life itself - no longer worth living. The pain I feel - It's simply searing.
If I could turn back time, oh how I would. I'd turn back time and change everything.
Everything. From what time I brushed my teeth on Monday, to when I scratched that itch on Wednesday, to that report I wrote on Thursday.
My clothes, my shoes. My walk. My talk. Even the fuel I used - The kid I abused.
NOTHING would be spared...
Oh the scars, the sores, the welts, the bores. Theres nothing more atrocious.
My life is over. My car's going to break down. My clothes will melt. My shoes will smell. My walk will be a series of tumbles. My talk a slurring stream of stutters. That kid I abused will grow much taller and stronger overnight.......
Oh 14 days...
14 days without blogging...
If I could turn back time, oh how I would. I'd turn back time and change everything.
Everything. From what time I brushed my teeth on Monday, to when I scratched that itch on Wednesday, to that report I wrote on Thursday.
My clothes, my shoes. My walk. My talk. Even the fuel I used - The kid I abused.
NOTHING would be spared...
Oh the scars, the sores, the welts, the bores. Theres nothing more atrocious.
My life is over. My car's going to break down. My clothes will melt. My shoes will smell. My walk will be a series of tumbles. My talk a slurring stream of stutters. That kid I abused will grow much taller and stronger overnight.......
Oh 14 days...
14 days without blogging...
