December 6, 2005

• Im going to tear down this house,
  rip it apart.
  ill no longer hide behind a pile of bricks
  im going to tell you my story
  pain
  recovery
  pain
  recovery
  pain
  feed you all the details
  as i set the debris on fire
  a history including
  drugs
  cutting
  lose
  low self esteem
  the media
  the heat presses against my will
  undying strenght
  surviving hope
  dreams for something better
  the smoke goes up
  and blurs the horizon
  blurs my future
  the unknown
  filled with uncertainty.
  doubt, questions.
  the smell of burning
  lies,
  thruths,
  tears,
  and hidden beauty.
  The smell of buring ruins
  the passes pushes me over
  a few steps to the right
  pushes me to emptiness.
  The grass is untouched.
  Innocent.
  My feet violating the green
  The willow will be my new shelter.
  Beneath its branches you can find me.
  With no walls to hide behind
  only a roof to shelter.

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