sick kid...Sick Kid... falling further, she is my sick kid. swallowing, consuming, digesting. every day she manages to choke down pills, hurting, following, regreting. i wonder why i'm the only one who sees this, i feel it in her hands, i see it in here eyes. i've wondered why i felt so close, but now i know, she is the same as me. the darkest clouds block out her radiance. destructing, controlling, flowing. the rains of sadness dampen her cheeks. repeating, decieving, showing. the signs of terror, she never thought would kill but inside she is my sick kid. withsick kid
L.T.A.G.i apologize again for smashing our dreams in i seem to do that quite often acting without thinking oh when will my state of being... soften? it seems so far ago when i was holding you close the cool air of your town, blowing like lips to a trick candle your hand in mine is what i miss the most but love was to much of a thing for a child to handle after these years walked passed us we've felt the soreness in our feet and washed our hands so clean from the dirtyness of streets i still have a scar though from when i almost fell from earth but i wouldn't trade itL.T.A.G.
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