Headaches
That fucking little leprechaun sitting in the middle of my brain, whistling devilish tunes, making himself heard, blowing smoke into my nerve strings, pulling me down into his dark void, making me humble, making me beg.
'Leave me alone', I cried, but he wouldn't listen. He kept smoking his big brown pipe, pretending he's sitting in his own fucking terrace, watching the peaceful stars, following the galaxies, listening to the soft breeze brush against cheeks that hold a big ass grin on a cool summer night.
'I'd do anything', said
'Leave!'
He didn't. He just wouldn't.
He stained my skull with tar from the inside, that cruel joke of a man, until there was nothing more to grieve for.
Oh I hate you.
Salamtak ya she2oz...
Posted by
Unknown |
10/08/2006 09:37:00 PM
I relate to this post so much. Fighting with my "self" is something I do often especially when driving and alone in the car. It sound something like this:
Me: STOP IT!!! I am sick of your horrible thoughts!!! Sick of you always wanting what is not good for me!!! Sick of fighting you every second of my day, and when I finally relax, you come back when I least expect you to.
I get emotionally strained sometimes, give up and just tell myself: ya rab e7meeny men nafsy
Posted by
Jannah |
10/09/2006 07:28:00 PM
dayman bad3y that same do3a2.. :)
Ameen
Posted by
Яαgιи Яαvєи |
10/09/2006 07:33:00 PM