August 2, 2004

How much longer will the walls hold up?

How much longer, can I still feign strength? When the world wants a soldier, I just want to be a girl, that can cry - but no more tears fall - the well's run dry.

I can scratch at the surface, make my mark - tongue-tied tracts rip the words from my throat - and all I can do is claw my story into the glass.

a looking glass called inevitablity...

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Yearning to be loved.

I ache to feel loved but instead I only feel hollow.

Food becomes tasteless, life loses it's colour, and I become the adjective I tried to fight...

If only I could stop dreaming. If I could shut the pictures away in a box to throw in the ocean... I'd watch it sink deeper and deeper until the Siren sang no more.

Instead, the only thing sinking... is me.

It's time to sever...