Writer. Fighter. Lover. Dreamer. The doctor's say she's generally functional.

Saturday, April 24, 2010

Her continuing ascent into madness.

She was bleeding but she didn't know why - everything was broken but she couldn't remember how that happened either. She wished she knew who was in control of what was happening, but she didn't. All she knew was that it certainly wasn't her.


And you can tell
By the red in my eyes
And the bruises on my thighs
And the knots in my hair
And the bathtub full of flies
That I'm not right now at all
There i go again
Pretending that I'll fall

Don't call the doctors,
they've seen it all before,
they'll say just let her
crash and burn,
she'll learn.
The attention just
encourages her.

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