Monday, December 04, 2006

Too quiet.

It’s almost too quiet here
I can hear myself thinking too much
I’m trying
To erase everything
And I wake up breaking mirrors
Wishing that I didn’t know
What I did
What I didn’t do
I am swallowing bottles of pills
In my mind
I didn’t hurt you
When I felt like
You meant to
But it didn’t happen like I thought it did
You were thinking of me the whole time
I love you
Even when I don’t show you.