Wednesday, 23 September 1998

Disabled in Love

Can’t stop the pain

That nausiating feeling in the deep of my stomach

My insides are screaming

My head is spinning

Your coldness hit me

Like walking into a peine of glass

Can’t stop the hurting

The rolling’s not working

The suffocating feeling in my throat

Making it harder and harder for me to breathe

Silver dots are filling my eyes

I’m nearly blinded

Losing control

Imersing myself in a never ending tunnel

A whirlwind of despair

Hitting the ground with a thud

The pain echoing through my body

 

Disability

That’s what I am

Disabled

Disabled in love…

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