'you could cure me'.

my head feels like it's gonna roll off my neck, onto the floor. and my neck is threatening to throb itself alive. my muscle around my legs feel like they're gonna pop up from under my skin and my eyes feel like someone kicked them into their sockets a thousand times.

maybe that's why i didn't go to school.


if you were here beside me now, yes, i'd feel a hell lot better. at least i'd know that my heart's still beating and that i'm not as dead as i feel.