Sometimes I wish I did not care. Sometimes I wish that I had no feelings, to be numb to everything intangible. Sometimes I feel as if it is all just too damn much. Sometimes I wonder what will become of me, am I to be a part of a bitter past? Sometimes I want to hide from everyone and everything, to be invisible. Sometimes I wonder if the tears that mark my pillow case will ever go away. Sometimes I wonder if he knows what he's done to me. Sometimes.... Sometimes...sometimes...sometimes...
Kadance · Tue Apr 25, 2006 @ 10:31pm · 0 Comments |