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How's my head?
About two
or three
months ago
I saw
my G.P.
I was
in very
bad shape.
I was
ANGRY
and tearful.
as far
as I
could see
I had
lost it
all.
I even
took a
knife to
my wrist
during a
bad trip
with
hallucigenics.
Fortunately
I didn't
have the
strength
to cut
deep
enough.
Looking back
I had
lost a lot,
but not
all.
I still
haven't heard
from the
shrink about
my course
of therapy
so I guess
they don't give
a shit
and now,
nor
do
I.
or three
months ago
I saw
my G.P.
I was
in very
bad shape.
I was
ANGRY
and tearful.
as far
as I
could see
I had
lost it
all.
I even
took a
knife to
my wrist
during a
bad trip
with
hallucigenics.
Fortunately
I didn't
have the
strength
to cut
deep
enough.
Looking back
I had
lost a lot,
but not
all.
I still
haven't heard
from the
shrink about
my course
of therapy
so I guess
they don't give
a shit
and now,
nor
do
I.
Published 2nd Oct 2009
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2nd Oct 2009 2:54am
2nd Oct 2009 3:03am
Anonymous
2nd Oct 2009 11:13am
how can u be funny n teary at the same time?
3rd Oct 2009 11:45pm
13th Oct 2009 3:33am
of your writing, i'm truly becoming... you have a way of taking the reader there, making them think... matter fact think i'll read this again... i love the ending
7th Nov 2009 1:49am
This might just be me being a nutcase but I chuckled at the end of it.
Just, I don't know. I adore it.
You break up the lines in such a way to - for me - imply panting.
Frantic. And, I picture someone running out in a rush to pour their heart out.
And, you know in those situations I am the kind of person that stares for a few seconds and laughs like this : "Aheh!"
Not in mockery, but in a way that says "That must have felt bloody good to get off your chest. Let's smile."
You've put me in that situation through writing.
I love it.
Just, I don't know. I adore it.
You break up the lines in such a way to - for me - imply panting.
Frantic. And, I picture someone running out in a rush to pour their heart out.
And, you know in those situations I am the kind of person that stares for a few seconds and laughs like this : "Aheh!"
Not in mockery, but in a way that says "That must have felt bloody good to get off your chest. Let's smile."
You've put me in that situation through writing.
I love it.
