Oh hey, Its rachel
gonna see footloose
Look at me, don’t stop. Because when you look away, i’ll already be at the top.
You give me your love and take it away, baby I know you went to prep school but try not to be cruel, Indian givers only give away pain
"No invitations for common communications. “Mom, I really just don’t have the patience"
Me, Myself and the voice inside my head.
I sink and sink into the endless flow of boredom.
To redeem a sense of freedom I try and melt.
Refusing any attempt at help.
Floating on top of anxiety.
Hovering over sobriety.
Hiding in fear of failure within the high-society.
Dear god, I dare not pray any longer.
The more I ponder…
Oh spirit, this insatiable hunger consumes a lustful heart.
I wish only to be stronger, but I cannot seem to part
with this anger
Hallelujah lord, let me cry it out!
Past the lips that try again and again to suppress food
A cure has come for doubt.
Here is the feeling I’d hoped would never come.
A craving that will not be satisfied.
Nothing will please me:
Of that I am sure
Although I never feel secure…
I promise I am trying.
Again and again not to lie
Think I might be crazy.
But I am most likely only lazy.
This affliction makes my thoughts a bit hazy.
Pharmaceuticals they say will heal me.
But I’m not broken like want me to be.
"take life by the horns and fuck it."
— Elizabeth Maria Farrell
