amazing...not hardly

[blustocking]

I grew tired of work.
So I stopped going.
I grew tired of responsibility.
So I stopped following through.
I grew tired of caring.
So I stopped.
I grew tired of thinking...
So I stopped.
I grew tired of feeling.
So. I. Stopped.
I grew tired of breathing.
...so...I......stopped.

I grew tired of living.
So I stopped.

I began to see finality in every obstacle.
Could that barrier kill me?
Would the strength of that concrete bridge be enough to take my life?
Would it be tragic like I hoped? Or merely sad...move on.
Would I be a beautiful mangled mess?
Every overpass, every ditch, every car, every cliff...
Could they save me from myself?
If I accelerated, could I lose control?
Mommy, it wasn't my fault.
It was the car, it was the cliff, it was the burden, it was the rift...
but it wasn't you.
No, it wasn't you.

Never backward, always forward, looking back.
It's not you, it's me.
Sorry, sorry Simple Simon says.
Who am I kidding?

Ring around the rosy...pockets full of posies...
ashes
ashes
we all fall
down...
Someday.

You're going to lose..

Comments

[motherevol.livejournal.com]

From one thundering shit weasel to another...

I LOVE YOU SCHMOO! *budonkadonk butt*

HAHA!

[catnamedcosette.livejournal.com]

Where is this from?

Re:

[blustocking.livejournal.com]

my addled brain.

;)

[catnamedcosette.livejournal.com]

May I copy it into my journal if I credit you?

I feel as if I could have written it myself.

[blustocking.livejournal.com]

Absolutely.

:}