Watch the walls,
These cells
Are bonded and stronger
Than I thought, what
Tiny viscous armour
They do wear.
Fight the feeling,
Build defenses, so
The loss
won't be so bad.
Pretend.
Smile loud and
Long, be
Just that strong...
Crack a joke,
Crinkle your nose,
Laugh out loud
When you're not
Alone...
Cause one day your
Bones won't feel
As heavy, your skull,
Not as crushed in,
Your stomach not
As nauseous, and
Your skin won't
Burn like wildfire.
Push through.
Push through.
This is all
For you.
K.
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
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