"Dreaming"

I can't differentiate my waking from my sleep anymore. Everything seems either too real or too illusionary.

Everything hurts. Nothing feels right anymore. There is no more truth, only a waiting. I dont know what lies ahead. Only death.

Little white pills - My salvation. Ready to take me away when things hurt too much. Little blade - My Path. I'll float over the barriers in a river of blood.

Plusating wounds. Infection. Lust.

I need to trancend. Free me from this cage of being. I'm crying. I hurt. Don't trick me. Dont tempt me. I know that they are all lies. What right do you have to try and control me?
  ¶ 5/29/2004 05:01:00 PM