dolorous interludes.

Almost too much for my heart
When it rains
Oh tears my soul apart
When it rains
It rains so slowly
In the city where I'm from

she's alone in the room and its late. she sits idly on the chair, listening to this tune which sings, "nature's cruel, she laughs at me.." she's ill. she takes her pills. she contemplates. she wonders if she should take more than is required. she feels loveless. she feels worthless. she feels really lousy. she really wants to disappear.

and you know what. she's fully aware of the people who wish her to disappear. she thinks back. at all the people who possibly hate her. who do hate her. she hates herself too. so its fine by her if people do. people are supposed to anyway.

im nothing. worth nothing at all.

posted by voyeur @ 10/11/2004 01:38:00 AM