FreeSpirit69

 Well now, have you got your gun? The sun's just up, we're moving slow. And I know that you're afraid to run, but just take a breath, take it slow. Well now, have you got your mask? Its bright out and we're ready to go. And I know that you're afraid to ask, but its too late now, we gotta go. Well now, was that so hard? We pulled it off, a rebel cry. And I'm glad that you played that card, 'cause now we're free and we can fly.

i am bones. i am dust. i am frailty and withering and rust. i am food. i am strong. i am food. i am control. i am food. i am winning. i am the space between each lie, between each heartbeat, between my thighs. i am food. i am strong. i am food. i am control. i am food. i am winning. i am this corset. count each one, one rib, two ribs, on and on. i am food. i am strong. i am food. i am control. i am food. i am winning. i am empty. i am void. but i smile, i'm not destroyed. because i am skin. i am bones. i am strong. i am control. i am the waning moon. i am a shrinking wound. i will be a bird soon. i am winning.

i will wind you up, and wind you in. i'll twist you around, hold you within. and i want it all, the good, the bad. i'll feel what you feel, happy or sad. i don't want perfect, i just want real. naked, visceral, nothing concealed.

don't eat, can't sleep. won't talk about it, talk is cheap. roils in the pit of me, a frightening wave, a crashing sea. racing heart, and racing mind, there's no serenity to find. lie awake, wonder why, toss and turn, try not to cry. soon the rays are shining in, night was sleepless once again. start your day, smile away, no one sees what you cannot say. in those times of dirty grey: "if you're there god, please, just take me away."

To Die is only 1, 2, 3 - It's - Simple - and it's Sure And there is no - Complexity - To Wash on Heaven's shore - It's to Be that is - quite - Trying The - Souls - around Severe To See and Breathe is Burdening - Relief's to - Disappear -

 carpet fibers are creating an abstract picture in the side of my face. i glance unseeingly at the clock above my head and wonder how long i've been here now. wet trails of mascara and eyeliner are now caked-on dirt paths littering my face. at this angle, that blemish on my dresser drawer looks like a scar. my index finger slowly traces my own and i giggle softly, only because there is nothing left for me to do.

 fingers graze the knee like a whisper, like a secret. she's gentle and this is crazy. but she's beautiful. this is brand new and therefore my heart is trying to escape. the butterflies beat with an incessant flutter. what am i doing? my hand is in her hair but its shaking. she doesn't seem to care. brain is wandering... no one can know. hope she doesn't tell. this isn't me. i want to be reserved but my inhibitions are slipping and my wall is crumbling. she can do that somehow. and now i'm gone. completely and utterly whisked away. how does she do that to me? all i can taste and smell and feel is her. this isn't me. but when i