Untitled.My head is poundingBut no faster than my heartMy heart is beatingFaster than it ever has beforeAt the thought of you leaving,Of you walking out that doorSo please don't do itI don't think I can take anymore.
Slow Descent into MadnessMy slow descent into madness began in a generally quiet town of sixty-five hundred. It was nothing more than the county seat, settled a quaint half hour south of the state's capital. In the residential areas on a breezy friday afternoon, one would rarely be interrupted by the gentle lull of a farm truck, yet still could be knocked out of the daze of a peaceful stroll by a few things. The sound of a baby crying, a tied dog's bark, the creak of a screen door...it was quite possible.I will never understand how in the wake of a storm it can be so calm. Because it was coming, the storm, quick and dark, not too far in my future....I arrived home, alone, one of the few times since school had started, and slid my key into the lock. As it turned, I attempted to shove open my door, which is hardly possible when one is so physically exhausted. No, it was not my short walk that drew from me, it was rather the attack of floor it dodgeball our gym teacher sicked on us fifth period.That is when it
All My TearsI fall to the ground with my hands to the skyMy hands reaching up too highLike they want to escape, I can't wonder whyThe rest of me screams along with them.I wish I could flyNot sure if I'd have the heart for goodbyesBut I need outThere's no more doubt.Let me out let me freeJust let me go so I can be meIt's not fair to not be thereBecause all my tears can stay here.