Saturday, January 2, 2010

No, I'm not okay.

Stab, twist, pull, stab.
Your words, your actions, your thoughts, or lack thereof.
You'll never know, you can't see.
I say ambiguous things about being hurt so I can live on without telling you.
But I can only survive so long.
Even a rock like me can erode in a storm this fierce.

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