WTF with this shit man? I can't keep doing this. ...and wtf with no one talks yet only in secret, yet we still keep losing 'em so maybe that does not work so well, ya think, ya think we should talk? oh, right, okay it's better this way *crawls back in shadow cave *screams (silence)
I understand what you mean... but if only it were as simple as getting people to talk more... When you are that way talking is often the last thing you ever want to do
okay, like, umm yeah... my apologies...didn't notice the blood showing through my shirt sorry for spilling heart in here i thought this post was gone too, likely it should be ((hugs)) to both of you and ty *gathers up pieces, and bits *wipes things back to white n clean, semi-sterile forum guess sometimes things just find a way out, or fall out when we not looking or when we are... gotta keep better house, i suppose, maybe go wash this shirt, bleach back to white 'eff, the stains are never gonna leave, nor will what is inside of my heart *tears (ok that's my cue to get outta here) who are we all fooling? My head is messed up, how is yours?
this is a place where you CAN bleed and cry and yell, spilling their heart. And people will read it and care. I care. And yes, I too think we all are bleeding. Some more than others. Maybe what you write will give other people permission to say what they need to say
*tears yeah sometimes they slip up and tell me, and then i don't feel so all alone for a moment ((hug)) could say all those things we all think/feel i'm having difficulty hiding it at the moment please excuse the stain spreading across my blouse heck, i ain't just gettin started yet
stains are okay to show here. Even when they are spreading across your blouse. The unspoken wounds. The hidden wounds. I think they hurt the most.
