wama

27.02.07

A thick black mass. Weighing down the bottom of the cup. Heavy heavy holding the whole thing down heavy. Can’t see a thing. Bleak. Blank. Blah. The future is a clog in the drain.

As I watch my life pass before me.
As I wish my life away.
As I wish this were over and done with.

Stuck I am still stuck

And I feel as though you all look on in wonder, watching.
Thinking to yourselves, how long will it take for her to catch on.

Hardly possible these days. And here I am wasting away institutionalized.
And so very little to show for myself. But heartache.

This is all so dramatic.
This is all so tragic.
This is all not what it should be. Even I can see that far.


I did not squander my youth -- I was too serious for that.
But if I look back I think I should have had more fun.

Love and joy and sparkling eyes even in the midst of everything falling apart.

posted by la kara @ 21:09 4 comments