There's something wrong with the way I see things. They are blurred and warped and it feels like I've been smashed in the head. I have such a bad headache, it makes my heart hurt. I want to be disconnected. My head hurt so much. I need a smoke; I need to destroy myself slowly, without it been too perceptible. God, it makes my head hurt. It was fine before; I can't remember getting hit in the head, why does it hurt so much? I'll take these pills, it says it will help. I hope this works.
There's something wrong with the way I hear things. It all sounds like it has a double meaning, and behind that double meaning, is another meaning. I tried, I really did, but you can't seem to try too. God, my head hurts. I don't even believe in God. Maybe it's because my head hurts. I'm seeing sounds. In the way they look and act, I'm hearing things, words but their mouth; their lips; their jaws; they aren't moving. Is this God?
There's something wrong with my head, it makes my heart hurt.














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Even though she doesn't believe in love, he's determined to call her bluff
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If you can just shut up and say one amazing sentance once every ten years you will be a god - Ville Valo
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Even though she doesn't believe in love, he's determined to call her bluff
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