maybe if i scream as loud as i can without making a sound, my head would explode.

for the past week or so, i've been getting this feeling in my stomach like i'm nervous for something.
my fate? doubtful
the truth? probably.

10 bucks says someone has made a voodoo doll of me, and this is their field day.
better than disney world, i'm sure.
it's okay, needles are my gimmick.

the day will come when i will realize what i've done.
i won't cry. i've drained all my tears anyways.
i keep some alive, while kill others.

i think it hurts me, more.