‘Late at night I can hear your voices
Talking shit about all my choices
You would think you’ve known me forever
Just because you know my name…’
Sick Of It All
I feel
so small
my skin
crawls
with the
itch of a
thousand
years
eyes
bawl
from the
pain
while
all the
time you
laugh
from
behind
the wall
ready to
hurl
your
next
curveball
my way
Ramblings Of A Fragile Mind 