2003-05-27

Breathe No More

I have been looking in the mirror for so long that I've come to believe my soul's up near the sun. All the little pieces falling, shatter. Shards of me too sharp to put back together. Too small to matter, but big enough to cut me into so many little pieces if I try to touch her. And I bleed and I breathe no more.

Lie to me. Convince me that I've been sick forever. And all of this will make sense when I get better. I think I know the difference between myself and my reflection. I just can't help but to wonder which of us do you know. So I bleed and I breathe no more.

kellbelle at 12:15 p.m.

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