DidgetyGirl

I'm sitting here and its the weirdest thing, sometimes i forget you're dead. But as i pass time my chest burns burns more then my ribs oh god i'm so sore... i hurt inside and out i wish you were here, i wish i wasn't alone i'm so sad and my heart STILL hurts why the ache in my chest? Haven't i lost enough, endured enough? All with the senseless, endless ache in my breast I'm lying down and its the strangest thing, Sometimes i forget you're no longer here. but as i stay up later my eyes sting sharp, quick, hit of that point Oh god it might-as-well be blunt! i'm empty in the inside, and outside with the dead - as friends and family, love

I kiss your forehead Nothing left to be done Holding hands, I wait. Since they put you under You haven't opened your eyes. I don't think you will. Your face is empty I so miss your expressions. Your eyes are still closed. My chest hurts today I wish you were still alive My heart breaks again. I miss the way words just poured from you constantly Like a lovely flood. I kissed you goodbye Not all cancer can be cured So I let you go.

We sit on the edge bodies tense, we are waiting...        For the freak weather                    the broken minds                                and the dying animals We don't believe in technology but we use it, since we have no choice. I once could understand the world through mythology. Although now, stories are not enough! Zombie Apocalypse      during World War Three   and      Global Warming    And we can't afford our uni fees Our brain chemistry going downhill, while our country closes it boarders,        But they won't stop digging up fossil fuels... still writing "save the planet" on cut up trees.

Being sad is a habit Being depressed is a state Being broken is the result Being damaged is a fate

I can hear the wires humming, But i can't hear you crying. I guess the sense of death in the house Should've reminded me of you dying.

Dust flakes from the roof It has meetings on my shelves, Their current over-populating Just means they must do something themselves.

Your body became a battle ground, And my chest got sliced open. So in sleepless nights she worried. We thought you had won. We knew I did But we watched her lose to her fear. You won the battle but lost the war. My enemies moved into my head. She tried to float even with her baggage. Your own cells killed you, My own heart still works despite this, But she'll never stopped worrying. Like mother, like daughter, like son. She's the gaming son, And I'm the fucked up daughter. Now you're the dead mother.