Drowning on dry land,
Every breath an effort...
I appreciate the sun
trying to put some colour in my cheeks...
When you look at me,
What do you see...
I tend to the battered outline of my heart,
Meticulously shaping it to an acceptable form...
I promised myself that I would be gentle,
That I would no longer punish myself for taking my...
March 17, 1997, under the four-leaf clover,
- a symbol of faith, hope, love, and luck...
When where you were before
Isn't where you are now...
A tightening in my chest, words cannot express
The pounding in my head, the voices never rest...
Doubt:
I was wondering when you would finally arrive...
I am leaving tonight
The sorrow is much painful...
Anxiety:
Ah! It's you! It's been quite a while...
There have been many days in my life when I...
Let alone continue living...