Sunday, March 7, 2010

Always full, always empty.

"I should stand up for myself, but I'm getting too fat for my own good. I'm not growing, I'm not getting bigger, I'm getting heavier and I move slower. All the rejection and all the times I'm wrong seem to collect and add to me. For that, I gain and I gain. I'll always accept I can not do right by anyone's side, and with that I'll bring them down too. I have no will, and surely can not fight, I can not think correct to save my life. I set a noose only to look at it, and think about it, I know it's there, and there's something for me out there. I don't know what pushes me enough when I reach the end of it, I'm too slow, I'm too fat, I'm too lazy to end it."