Madgin

                Miss Understood I feel so alone       yet so surrounded by people that I can't breathe as close as a phone call      as far away as many of my friends But even if they were here       still they wouldn't understand my isolation That - Henry would understand        but not much else about me I want to say I have a tortured soul        but I am the sadist and the masochist here I don't know what's wrong        so how can I explain it to others? They offer their help         but they don't understand me 'If you ever need to talk...' they tell me  'don't hesitate to call...' yeah, I could call

"Dirty, Worn Notebook" 12-06-04 The slide brings faith. The tears save the face. The pain pushes forward. The only way is to feel. Though the fear turns the eyes. The darkness the sky expresses. The words that are never there to speak when they are needed. The cold sweat that envelopes the body. Activating the nerves enough to react. That sudden sense of chill causing the body to coil. That fetal position that ensures and reassures safety still exists. Darkness, then light. Almost as if life is teasing. Coaxing a reaction. Everything that is spoken and confessed is written down. That dirty, worn notebook on the kitchen table. Holding all th