to get one's ears lowered: slang for hair cut
I haven't cut my hair since May
the length has always been a measure of something in my life
this time it's of pain
of the pain that was impressed upon me in your absence
of pain that slowly clamps down on my brain
of pain that throbs in my temples every day
duh dun
duh dun
I ignore it the best I can,
patiently waiting for it to go away
waiting to regain some semblance of sanity
the day I don't think about you is the day I cut my hair
your brain is blank
your head is bald
you have no measure of pain,
just forgotten memories
just that one quite moment when you feel like an ass and then shrug your shoulders
and say tough luck
I was just a speed bump
just an after thought in your pathetic attempt to justify life and the way you waste it
it's people like you who make life for me one constant struggle
I just want you to leave me the fuck alone, get out of my head, erase you from my every other thought
and besides, I'm in desperate need of a hair cut
update 2/8/11 12:19pm: next time, remind me to eat breakfast before I blog. I'd seem a lot more chipper and less self-involved and depressed. food first, then blog. hey on a more positive note that gnarly rink-rash that I got on the palm of my had last scrimmage is finally healing...almost two weeks later and it finally decided to start the healing process. It's taking its sweet time...as all my wounds do.
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