Just take a hammer. Late at night, take a hammer and shatter me. I am cracked already.
Take a chisel. Just take a chisel and work away what is left. Let me be shavings on the floor.
Take bleach. Take bleach and clean the mess you think I am. Clean it until all evidence is gone.
Take this life. Take it. I don't want it anymore.
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Shatter Me
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4 screams:
and then comes the Phoenix
because you love it like fire
sharp and bright
and purifying
I really like this...
I know you're super busy, but I'd love to read some of your work when you get a chance.
I still need to send you mine, as well
xx
-e*
there's a terrible sadness in this, like this person has completely giving up or accepting the life that is given, but perhaps the accepting is like a release, to finally leave the mess and the pain, like a rebirth
I love your blog. I echo Eden's words, I'd love to read your stuff.
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