I live in a black box where it is cold and damp
i wear no clothes and can not move.
my thoughts have run thin and the sounds are vivid.
i scrape my nails on the walls until they fall off.
my fingers are numb but i can feel and hear my own blood drip.
the feeling is there and that is my comfort.
i sit and cry and spit and punch.
why is it possible to be in this place of tragity?
i hold my breath to see if i can escape ,
but i cant hold on to it long enough to break.
I'd rather you cut my head off then live in this place.
I'd rather feel the pain killing me rather then feel it while i live.
I'd rather be stoned with your rocks.
I'd rather be, than not in this box.
Kjp
i wear no clothes and can not move.
my thoughts have run thin and the sounds are vivid.
i scrape my nails on the walls until they fall off.
my fingers are numb but i can feel and hear my own blood drip.
the feeling is there and that is my comfort.
i sit and cry and spit and punch.
why is it possible to be in this place of tragity?
i hold my breath to see if i can escape ,
but i cant hold on to it long enough to break.
I'd rather you cut my head off then live in this place.
I'd rather feel the pain killing me rather then feel it while i live.
I'd rather be stoned with your rocks.
I'd rather be, than not in this box.
Kjp
missmorbus:
well you cant let them get you kicked out of your place, so you gotta do what you gotta do.
rustgiraffe:
when did the webcam picture come up?? hahahaha