I See You Driving 'round Town

I don't know what to say.

But I need to write.

I'm dying.

A horrible death, from the inside out...

There's so much, so much, so much, so much.

I can't keep it forever, but someday someone will take it so it won't matter then.

That'd be nice.

That'd be nice.

My thoughts are hard to get going, they keep trying to put a halt on themselves
so I can go back to older thoughts.

Not old. Just not new. I'm tired of them. They hurt. I cried. I cry. Crying. Falling. Fallen.

Though there's pain in my chest, I still wish you the best.

There aren't many words for this kind of pain. Atleast, I don't know them.

A slap in the face. That's what it was. It still stings. Stings more than any real slap I've ever had.

Trust me, I've had a lot. I'm breaking.

That's okay though, I always have been. I figure, someday, I'll meet someone who will help me out. Atleast, if they break me, they'll care to put me back together.

I'm dying.

A horrible death, from the inside out...