coming along.

alone again.
this time i wont display it.
this time i wont face it.
all that could worry me to nothing.
all that i really could care less about...
only that i would feel insulted.
these past few months have been a nightmare.
distrust.
drunken fights.
wrestle matches, not the good kind.
back to the same old demon.
the "circular"

the art show will save me.
my music will save me.
my friends bring me life.
happy am i.
broke yes.
worth it yes.

you refuse to see me
love me
to the capacity i deserve.
and alone in bed.
to wait until you're ready to come home.

i'm not trying to hold anyone down...
who knows where im going.
and you're everywhere but here.
and that's where i
would want a HIM to be.

beside me when im to fall asleep.
holding
caressing...
carefully removing the demons
from our dreams.