| THE HATE SONG i feel stared at so i draw the curtains hating you to my cells you affected me so much. the drawn curtains are your fault and i can't stop because no one can see my drowning expression. you can't hear this cry for help that's coming from underwater. i still have three chances to swim, but i will always hate you to my cells, to the distance to the planets, to my nails. ~ elysabeth jane jane |