May 18, 2009

Dear dairy...

As I look to you in vain, your voice still remains....Like a blade it cuts me deep, eternally I shall weep.... As the memories begin to plague my mind,they begin to serrate and grind. Until I am nothing more than dirt,you disgusting, vile, evil flirt.

I try to unlock these shackles, which restrain me from staying sane. So that these thoughts and memories of you do not remain. Give me my freedom or give me apathy, a to numb this painful reality.

For now I shall await the other to cradle me...............
As I lay here in tears....