Tonight I don’t want anything but for the reassurance everything’s gonna be okay. Gastric attacks distract me- stress engulfing me. A sudden spin of unhappiness- it’s like a whirlwind typhoon. The weatherman didn’t know, it suddenly rained and gushed on you all.
Go shelter, let Mother Nature rant her anger. Remember what a bitch she is, so unpredictable.
You didn’t take care of her… so she won’t of you.
Don’t you dare lash out, she’s oblivious to you. She can’t hear you anymore, wait till the storm is over for your turn to speak. Speak, speak- as if it’s gonna work. In the aftermath you’re searing in anger, of unjustified betrayal.
It wasn’t a promise, it was a convenant. The balance has been broken, and each hated one another.
I feel like vomitting now, pain as each wave of hurts and hits.
You feeling all right now sweetie? Eat something, or the gastritis will only get worse. When you recover, drink lots of water to wash the toxins out, ok?
Comment by Kerio — April 28, 2006 @ 1:07 am
thanks cutie.. but when I get gasrtic, eating makes it worst
Comment by springbonjo — May 1, 2006 @ 6:58 am