and im not supposed to understand.
i know my limit.
there's been a boundary crossed-not even there yet.
caught between two mountains.
and how do i have if i've gone too far.
with every porcelain dolls protecting-us. (im just as frail).
whats left for me.
the pale promises that we're tied down caught between two rocks.
they say we can't find the root of where we've stemmed to these deepest focuses,
i am just one branch of many we all know the storybook ending.
(not even real).
one by one
arrows in my sides. (like children burying their heads in solitude).
i can see all of my friends strewn across their faces in the dirt-at the mercy of terrible thought-sickens my stomach.
what has become of this.
what have i learned.
i'd rather stumble into-hangers in my eyes contract.
they told me how to be.
what have i done. (this far).
all for nothing.
caught between large stones.
turning skin to stone.
i think i've done this before.
i'll do this before...
skin to stone