owPush the pills past my lips Press the patch onto my hipow
You say it wont be forever But what if I don't get better?
First I shake Then my head begins to ache
I can't eat I can't sleep
I can't do anything with the side effects But this is what I have come to accept
I'm more nervous then before The illness I'm trying to treat was easier to ignore
watching starsshooting stars police cars brilliant streaks of light disappearing into the winter nightwatching stars
the powers out we don't see what the fuss is about we stole all the blankets inside so we can watch the stars tonight
the lights are gone the ones that were on pollution cut now we can see the stars come out
we pull the blankets up to our ears so we don't get cold and so we cant hear its perfectly dark and bitterly cold but the multitude of stars are a sight to behold
we point out the constellations fake or not, you always had
Can't Do Anything Right.I waved the phone in your face triumphantly. "Now, you have over 3000 pictures of your adorable children and family. I even found some old ones of grandmother." Your smile faded, and your face got that look. The grandmother look. "I wasn't sure if I wanted those pictures." That was all you said. And now that I'm looking through them, I don't know if I'll delete them. I love those pictures. There's grandmother, happy.Can't Do Anything Right.
Before cancer. Before she lost all the weight. Before she was too weak to get out of bed. She's the one I want to remember. Not the one I listened to meeting with
Something Is Not Right With MeSomething needs fixing I'm broken inside It's becoming a problem It's too big to hide.Something Is Not Right With Me
The thoughts that flash in my head The worry about classes The fear of others It makes me wish I was dead.
My nerves are shot From fear and dread You'd think it would let up It happens a lot.
Its a routine that will never let up I'll never be free of it Why can't they see I've had enough.
My heart beats insanely fast My breath catches in my throat My hands shake The feeling won't pass
I've lived with it f
It's Subjective“You’re gross,” the small child said. My first thought was, Yes, yes, child, I know. For I probably have many transmittable diseases yet to be discovered which I’ve passed on to dozens of whores by now, but the only thing that kept the thought in my mouth was the mud that turned “Yes, yes,” into, “yrfh flrfb.” Or something comparably eloquent.It's Subjective
I picked my face up out of the mud and sputtered muck, several times, before finally sitting up, elbows quivering from the effort to hold me. By the time I’d wiped the muck away from my eyes and mouth, I’d thought the speaker had
that's it, you're on the cough list.
Tired
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