The Clutch Life

I enjoy the sounds of thunder;
Rumbling above me,
Masking the sounds,
Of my pathetic sobs.

-pn

She just wanted someone to care. Anyone. Anyone at all was good enough to keep her here.

I get so messed up sometimes that I want to draw blood along my flesh. I get so happy sometimes that I wonder why I ever thought such things. Then the cycle repeats.