shell
February 24th 2009 05:35
i am selfish u know, not worthy of the little talent i possess. surrounded by beauty my fingers ache to describe, and i give u tales of my sorrow. pathetic. i don't deserve the words i have. when u talk to me, u might not see my eyes. maybe somehow i blinked at the same time that u had ur eyes open. maybe u just weren't looking hard enough. maybe u just didn't notice. its not like there's anything there, its whats not there. lifeless, like some sort of life sized doll. i forgave, really i did. and i closed my eyes and held them shut as tight as i could trying to forget. but i can never be like i was before. like if u break something and superglue it back together. it will be back together, but ul always see that little crack where its it was broken, if u look hard enough. i am broken, a shell of my former self. and it shows. u can always tell if u look hard enough, in the right light, u can see the fractures. and just like that poor thing u broke, when u apply pressure, i start to crumble under the weight.
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