april 14th, 2001 / eight thirty eight pm

my head hurts
numb
pain
not sure of exactly what it is i should be doing
i remember that before you came i served a purpose
some purpose.
i'm not so sure that i remember what that purpose was
maybe a few days will pass
and i will remember it was like before you were here
but the haunting image of tear stained faces,
and hands pressed up against tinted bus windows
will always remind me of what i'm missing
and i don't think i'll ever be the same.

"sing me to sleep, i don't want to wake up on my own anymore, don't feel bad for me, I want you to know deep inside the cell of my heart, i will be so very glad to go" - the smiths

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