shebreathes's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- marked i lie to myself. i tell myself there was nothing there. just sparks and air, i tell myself, just sparks and air. but the blood dripping from my opened skin knows the difference. this self inflicted pain is sometimes a tribute. a tribute to this ghost who haunts me. he is not dead. i wander streets which might as well be empty. i hold on to the pain so hard my skin burns. i cannot leave yet. i cannot go. i have to wait here. i have to be here, just in case. but it's just torture and i know it. the pictures fade. my blood drains. i am cold. my skin is marked where he touched me. my voice echoes where it was heard. and there is nothing here to console me. there's nothing left but the pain. 12:37 am - September 03, 2004 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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