wake up every morning with her thoughts in mind.. go to sleep, rather attempt to sleep again with her thoughts... spend endless days.. working, the only time, i dont think of her.. i dont know how long i can succeed doing this.. someday she will creep into my work as well..
thoughts of suicide linger on my mind.. thought of running away.. but where? i dont know.. its something like 'Run' from Pink Floyd.. where, why are unanswerable and then the thought becomes unthinkable.. i cant run.. i cant sleep.. i cant enjoy.. i cant weep.. i cant commit suicide.. i cant live any longer..
I am Jack's wasted life.......
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