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written by suicide_penguin03:51 PM 1/28/05I can't, I just can't deny this feeling anymore.
The pretence, the futile attempts to turn it around.
Why pretend that the tomorrows will be any different?
Why do I listen to the lies that I tell myself?
I feel so numb to the world outside.
Like a non-entity that has ceased to exist.
Did I consciously detach myself for the means to this end?
Did I ever truly want to belong?
Down, down the spiral, sucked into this vortex by wretchedness.
Pointless, so pointless to make pretence of a fight.
Tired, so tired of this dragging existence.
What if I decide to surrender? |
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