Dec 15, 2011
Wrote this when I was a teenager (ha ha): You were my favorite secret, I followed you around like you were dead with good intentions on your mind and my faith balancing on your head. So much time faded into nothing, something that made my bones ache. Misery threw me onto the floor and gave me a handfull of pills to take. I am now my own secret, vanished in between the walls of my cell with paintings of red hostility and the struggles of heaven & hell. So much of me has faded into nothing, the walls are closing in on me fast. I'm so tired...God, I need something else, this bottle I have...will never last.