Leave me alone.
You always have.
I'm rotting from the inside, out.
There's no beginning,
There's no end.
I'm now the infinite idea,
That the rotted can never be revived.
I'm now the infinite sound,
Of a bird that never chirps.
I'm now the infinite feeling,
Of being burned so severely, that you don't ever feel a thing.
I'm now the infinite smell,
Of a rose drowned in water- in reach of your hand.
I'm now the infinite taste,
Of a chocolate I'll never have.
So, step back.
I don't need any more pain.
I don't need any more longing.
I don't need any of your help.
Because-
I am the girl who is pretending to be something I'm not.
I am the girl who is spoiled down to the brim.
I am the girl who likes people to feel sorrow for me.
I am the girl,
Who is the lie you'll always hear.
The one that goes,
I'll tell you who I am.
Monday, January 26, 2009
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This sounds good, but what about in a needle? are you going to finish it?
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