It’s 5:43 in the morning, and I still cant seem to get to sleep. The past few days have been so draining. I’m trying to help, but it all goes unnoticed. I’ve been doing my best to better myself, but it really seems as if it is all being thrown back into my face.
I’m trying, okay? I’m trying really, really hard. You may not see all of the things I’ve been changing for myself, but they’re there. I’m not who you all think I am.
Along with that, I just wish I could numb your pain, wipe away your tears. Everything. I want to make a difference. This isn’t my fault, but I just feel so ill knowing this is all real.
The gun will wait. The lake will wait.
The tall gall in the small seductive vial
will wait will wait:
will wait a week: will wait through April.
You do not have to die this certain day.
Death will abide, will pamper your postponement.
I assure you death will wait. Death has
a lot of time. Death can
attend to you tomorrow. Or next week. Death is
just down the street; is most obliging neighbor;
can meet you any moment.
You need not die today.
Stay here—through pout or pain or peskyness.
Stay here. See what the news is going to be tomorrow.
Graves grow no green that you can use.
Remember, green’s your color. You are Spring.
Hello dear, this is LadyJx. I or you used to follow me on my other account which is ladyjx @ tumblr, but I deactivated it during May. I reopeend my account recently, and I was wondering if you'd like to follow me? - ox have a lovely day.
Oh, of course doll! I’ve always lived your blog!
Sorry for the extremely late response. I gave Tumblr a break for a while.