2001-09-10 - 12:44 a.m.
sitting here i want to feel something
but always this empty
this nothing
anger and hate the only fire left burning in my soul and
i'm still freezing cold.
just someone to hold my face in their hands
tell me i can sleep and dream and they'll be there when i wake up.
someone...a body...a warmth i can't remember.
because i can only play "there's nothing wrong" for so long.
and i'm so fucking tired.
of being so cold.
~J
