Sitting and Thinking

Sitting in this classroom wanting to spill my guts.
I can feel the air burning in my cuts.
I drove to my house last night on the night we should have shared.
I cried.
I screamed.
I wanted to be there.
I hate what you've done to me.
I hate the parania inside.
You can make me feel like I'm walking on air,
But then I remember that you're not really there.

by lindsaygirl
posted on 02/15/2008