2008-08-06 || 6:35 a.m.
Healing.
Yr thoughts make me nervous.
Yr mind makes me feel bad.
You make me nauseous in the pit of my stomach.
Don't touch me.
I'm sick.
My mouth fills with gravel around you.
My words turn to dust.
You are toxic, a poison, my downfall.
Don't touch me.
I'm sick.
I can't stand to have you near me any longer.
It's time for you to go now.
So tired of feeling like this.
Don't touch me.
I'm sick.
This is pouring rain.
This is paralyzed.
Over you, in every sense of those words.
Don't touch me.
I'm sick.
But I'm getting better.....