stitches dissolving before the scar
heals; like driving through a blizzard
with your brights on; like falling into
an endless pit.
not knowing where you're going &
ending up the one place you just
want to get the fuck away from.
lying to yourself even though you know
the truth and can't get away from it;
like telling the truth to everyone else
would make a difference anyway.
nothing you've ever felt before & something
(you hope) you'll never feel again.
a/n: I'm not liking the "your" and such, but
I dislike the use of "i" in this piece more.
(Ugh. Who am I kidding? I don't like this at all.)