if only i could show the world. let the world feel how bad your eyes can hurt. how dry they feel after crying hour after hour after hour after hour after hour a f t e r h o u r a f t e r h o u r. as if somebody spent the nite dragging tiny razor blades across those blood shot veins surrounding my pupils. tiny rivers of loneliness, lost hope. they do not know despair. they do not know, have never known, will never know pain;; not until they have walked a mile in our shoes.
false: no one will love you until you love yourself.
true: i will not let anyone love me because i do not love myself.
they make me sick. [[sicker than sick to my stomach. there simply are no words.]]
written on 2003-09-13 at 10:20 p.m.
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