Posted by Joan797 on April 25, 2006, at 21:20:55
In reply to Re: How I hate me, posted by susan47 on April 23, 2006, at 20:16:42
There is a place that I go.
I go there everyday.I tip up that glass and I go to that place.
The place where I think I am worthy of more than I've been served.
The place where I can convince myself I am somebody worthy of love.
The place where I pretend I am beautiful, sucessful, wanted, desired, needed.
That place, I go there when I can, but I can't stay there.
My life is a constant interuption of pleasure.
But then, I do that to myself through allowing others into my place.
Right now. This very moment, I can't find my way there. I can't see the path. My feet hurt from the constant travel towards that which does not exist. My chest hurts from exhersion. My eyes have dulled and blurred and can no longer envision what that place looks like.
I can't get there Susan. I can't get there anymore.
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