Barrel Down A Rocky Hill

It's not enough until I'm exhausted, hanging by a thread almost dead Hate the label the lazy, self deceived mind hazy, no results acting surprised Clench my fists and resist any need for breaks gotta subtract rest I've got to feel worthy, gotta feel accepted, gotta give more than I am requesting Starting at self-hate … Continue reading Barrel Down A Rocky Hill

Garbage Post: Conversation In Confusion With Pamela On A Cloudy Day

Okay, Well I just want to sit beside you and rest. You know? Like don't think about anything else besides being loved as I am. No more, no less. I seem to feel like an incomplete puzzle that even I don't attempt to put back together. Feelings piling in an open door with lies again, … Continue reading Garbage Post: Conversation In Confusion With Pamela On A Cloudy Day