Longing for the way things used to be,
Everyone was nice to me.
People would acknowledge me.
How I long to exist again, to be.
Like a pig, I eat my problems away.
And when I do, I try to forget the day
I choke on the hand, trying to flush all my problems away.
You ask me what's wrong, I hesitate at what to say.
Drowning, drowning in lonely
How to handle? I'll eat some more bologna.
I'm getting there, slowly. . Slowly. . .
One day I'll make it. Goodbye, dear bologna.
Oh jeez, I'm sorry Mimi! Well, Oekaki's kind of being a burden right now, IE doesn't have java so I have to draw in super-slow firefox. I promise I'll get around to it, okies? ^__^