THIS WEEKEND SHALL BE THE DEATH OF ME. WISH ME LUCK: I HAVE A SWIM MEET TOMORROW AND SUNDAY, HAVE A CASE BRIEF TO WORK ON IN GOV SINCE I'M A LAWYER ON ABORTION WITH THE SUPREME COURT, COLLEGE APPS, AP ART HISTORY CARDS...Blaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.
I descend into my own paranoia sometimes.
I'm scared that you'll leave me.
You'll forget about me
I know, that can't happen
in a week.
But you're going back
What if?
I am quite forgettable.
Even though I am assured I'm not.
I feel as if I am.
Maybe it's best if you do.
I have no heart to give
but I remember how to feel.
I think I'm kind of like a nobody
like that.
And it's just I'm scared
that you'll leave me behind
more than anything.
Nobody's don't feel.
Nobody feels.
No body.
No.



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