The game
How many times has this happened now? Four? Five? Under a year, too. Yeah, you like to tie strings from my extremities and make me dance. You enjoy salting my wounds. It’s all you do. Because it’s all just a big game to you. Well if it’s a game, then I’m a loser. I am amazed at how all this is ok in your eyes. How you think I’ve just forgotten, and have what I need. I don’t need love, I need morphine. Just to take it all away. I don’t feel anymore; I think I’m dead. The curtain falls down, but the show goes on. I look to the stars, and they all sing along. I wish I just didn’t care anymore.
Posted on Sunday January 16th
About me
If you can't tell, I am gregory james. If I can find simple expression through words then I know everything will be ok. My blog will probably be very boring, so, you know, I'll go ahead and apologize for that. I'd appreciate it if you would follow me. What's the point of having a blog if no one will read it?
