Wednesday, August 17, 2011

That you're too fucked up and sick of yourself

to know the way out.

That all's well that ends well,

that is, if it ever ends at all.

These are the things that work us to dust,

that makes dead weight from the burden

until it all becomes so heavy

that we collapse underneath.

1 comment:

  1. Definitely felt like that sometimes... you're very good at putting feelings to words. :)