Tuesday, October 11, 2011

late night hours

staying up watching Prozac Nation.


Pressure on my chest
Muck filling my lungs
Surrounded by smog
Heavy and empty
Lightness in the head
Hard in the heart

A poem about how I feel

I think tomorrow I'm going to try and look decent ... but I will still look ugly.

1 comment:

  1. I bet you never look ugly and you look lovely everyday. You are your own worse enemy remember :( have a lovely day, xxx

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