Friday, March 09, 2001

Never Crying Again

remember late night winter drives
the conversation always turned to
(never if)
I kill myself..*
"I'll set myself on fire"
"Take her down with me"
mine never changed...
"I will cut my wrists in a warm bath"
with more thought now,
I have changed my mind
still slice my veins,
but in a waterfall
allow my arms and the water
to shed the tears i no longer allow