brittymon

i greve for our lost love
stuck in a state of wrechid confusion
i need to feed
i pleed, oh plee for your love, your loyalty
i love you like royalty..cholate cake
im fake, i bake my brain
and stain my pride, i lied
for ill never be your bride
baby please baby rescue me
cant you see, you need me
N' i have to say your not a bore
and i need you even more



stabbed in the heart. impailed.
i stear at it in disbelief....
when hes gone i pull it out and it finaully bleeds...now
now i can feel it.
the sting puts me in a shock of anger, i burst
i make it worse first, because i know i deserve to fester n rot by my self
the woond is gapeing...even stitching it shut does nothing but kill
sleeping is aloways the hardest part
like every woond this one is no different.
you dwell on it, and can think of nothing but that throbbing nothingness deep within
it takes the form of a heart beat.
your beat...
the beat wispers it over n over...like reality isnt torchering you enough...
little voices inside speek to your beet...
taunting you
no sleep
just drugs
and the next day...you feel the infection...you can taste it like a sinus infection dripping down your throght....it dwells...like a stink...reminding you of your very own festering.....maddning saddnes



i sold a drawing for 90 bucks today! and he loved it! they want me to help design tatoos! fuck yeah! ;D i m so proud of at least that....in order it goes Final...sketch...to the original photo