request for self

i read the words and they make me sick
little girl trying to do this and this

GIRL DONT YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE DONT YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE

inventing myself in the toxic moonlight
sweet vodka, sweet wine, sweet releif
and release from this world

my parents left me feeling very much alone and defenseless, too many paranoias and reasons to be afraid

so i go to my vices (razorblades and glass) i wish i could cut myself to ribbons but i can't

in the hallway there's a ghost, i choke on words i shouldn't say, i'm sorry

i'm so weak

the sunlight wrecks me
no hope for the hopeless tonight
how do i define myself?
pornoslut. ghostgirl. and seriously, why do you waste your time on him anymore

the weakness is disgusting and it drips across the floor

what words can be used to describe such boredom?

when i can't even write to save my soul

being wrong all the time was fun, now i've got so much responsibility and i don't care about any of it

i feel like i'm slowly dying and going nowhere

2007-03-31