Suffocation.Drowning in a river of tears that never get shed.
Sleeping away the anxiety and the sorrow, instead of facing it.
Covering my head to block out the real world.
I don’t want to see it. I don’t want to hear it.
Drinking to stop the pain and the voices, for awhile.
Doesn’t always work, but...it will suffice.
Stuck in the middle, seeing no path out, walking on eggshells.
Taking whatever is given. Even when it’s nothing.
It’s what I know.
Maybe I want too much, or perhaps..? I ask too little.
Oh well…
What’s that you say, voice in my head? Do I want another beer?
Why yes, yes I do.
I’ll bring back the funny next week, and until then…
Zoooooves!!
11 comments:
I thought with a title like that you were going to lead into erotic asphyxiation. Maybe next post. With pictures.
I've decided you need to dance. You can't not dance to this.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uD3Oc-6Brdw
Mike: Ha! Thanks, I needed a laugh! Yea, maybe next time, with dancing;)
Nicely done. Hope you feel better soon Schmoop. Cheers and Zoooves!!
Matt: Thanks, I hope so too;)
I'm no expert, but I bet if you stopped listening to Bread, a lot of this would get better. heheh
Jay: OMG! I spit coffee on my keyboard! Thanks Jay;)
Wow... had to post a comment on this one. Schmoop? I feel your pain... I've always had this pain on and off since I was an adolescent. I dont' know how to get rid of it so I co-exist with it. "Let's set sail with Captain Morgan... and we will never leave dry land.." AHOY MAYEYS!!
Here's hoping you feel better. Come over to my blog for a laugh...
Robin: Yea, me too. Most of the time I just ignore it, but I do have my triggers. Bottoms up!
Joker: Thank you. I'll be over shortly!
Welcome to my world - a toast to better living through chemistry, eh?
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