good morning, all

why do i only feel alive when hurt inside?
looking through the stained glass-i want you clearly.
for its clear the harsh pain that will sit and wonder.
distorting emotions, you cant shape how you feel.

wish for tears that used to come from a
high pitched voice,
the smile is so forgein on your face. it clashes your eyes.
but it cant be found now.
you and the lost.
its slipping through my fingers.

If i stop breathing-will i still be able to hear you?
"never take these together" like too many pills.
tonight ill breathe the last- and listen


(from earlier this weak)