time: 6:03 p.m.
about: pianos falling on my head
The rush of so many emotions all at once just sunk me. Bombarded by feelings, I didn't know which one should prevail. I didn't feel anything, but I felt something. Something strong. It's not sadness... I'm too brokenhearted to be brokenhearted. It's not anger... I'm too angry to be angry. It's not confusion... I'm too confused to be confused. I'm just here. And I wanna be back there. Because as bad as that was, it's nothing like now.
i hurt myself today
to see if i still feel
i focus on the pain
the only thing that's real
the needle tears a hole
the old familiar sting
try to kill it all away
but i remember everything
what have i become?
my sweetest friend
everyone i know
goes away in the end
and you could have it all
my empire of dirt
i will let you down
i will make you hurt
i wear this crown of thorns
upon my liar's chair
full of broken thoughts
i cannot repair
beneath the stains of time
the feeling disappears
you are someone else
i am still right here
what have i become?
my sweetest friend
everyone i know
goes away in the end
and you could have it all
my empire of dirt
i will let you down
i will make you hurt
if i could start again
a million miles away
i would keep myself
i would find a way
--Johnny Cash, "Hurt"
Unexpected,
Drew
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