I wear this crown of thorns
upon my liar's chair
full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
Tuesday, April 7, 2009 @ 10:40 PM
Kutner.

Made me realize how fragile one can truly be.

Everyday I live my life in real physical pain. My neck, my breathing, my heart again...

It never was about when I leave but the physical pain that I would feel when I go.

If I could choose where I go, it would be in my room.

The only sanctuary I have, my only refuge, the only pace where I find solace in.

But I don't want to go feeling alone.