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Wednesday, January 16, 2008


Today was... bipolar. At first it rocked, then it sucked, then it rocked, then it sucked, then it rocked, then sucked, then it sucked some more.
I was so depressed at the end of the day that when I blew my nose on the bus, some chick thought I was crying.
Also, I tried to type up a poem today in Resource. But I ended up getting all perfectionest about it and I couldn't finish in time. But, since I haven't posted any poetry on here in a while, I might as well show you guys the poem.

She asked me to tell her story.
But I don't do biographies and she didn't do legacies.
Her only New Years' resolution was to survive and she couldn't even do that right.
"Well, there's something inside me," she said."I don't know what it is or how long it'll give me to to live. But however short my time is, give my regards to the boys in the band and send my love to anyone who cared enough to listen."
He begged me to never mention him like this again.
But there are just some things I can't forget.
His only other ungranted wish was for her to stop staring and start making sense.
And she was stuck stalking his shadow to the ends of the earth until the very end.
"Well, there's something inside her," he said. "And she knows perfectly well what it is. So tell her to deal without the dealer. All she needs is digression and distraction from the drama."
But it wasn't just the withdraw, it was the "without anything to draw from."
The drugs were only to distract her from the addiction and the beer was only there so she couldn't feel the bleeding.

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