diseased

[lilygirl]

I curl up into a stain on the bathroom floor
Oozing with dirty emotions
And I glare into the mirror
The eyes
Deep and penetrating
Punish me for my weakness
I look at my hands
The gentle fingertips
Meticulously covered in gold nail polish
The night before
When I followed the rules
Now slowly massaging the back of my throat
Until I feel the relief coming
The stereo,conveniently blasting radio
Covers the sound of my pain
Hands washed and teeth brushed
Check the mirror to make sure
There’s nothing to make my family speculate
Looking into my eyes once more
Dull and void
The tears streaming
I ask the wounded image
Isn’t this what you wanted?
~lil
sn: jadedinsuburbia
[This message has been edited by lilygirl (edited 22 October 2001).]

 

[Halhaxist]

Lilygirl
Congratulations on providing me with one of the most interesting things i've read recently. It's difficult to explain the irony we face when coming home from a night out. The harsh reality of normal life seems at it's most extreme when you look into the mirror and try to disguise the obvious paradox involved in taking drugs. I'm pleased to know that you're a girl who has her head screwed on straight.
------------------
The only difference between genius and insanity is success
[This message has been edited by Halhaxist (edited 22 October 2001).]

 

[Noodle]

-------------
I'll bet you are a nice person inside, really.

 

[Haza]

youre imagery is incredible...i really enjoyed reading this, i dont have much advice concerning your problems though...im not really good at that...but keep up the awesome writing =)
------------------
"30,000 feet? woah...thats bigger than my house" ~ TJ sleep talkin