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welcome to my world, bitch :)
feel free to read, tag, comment, whatever. :)
i know you love me :)
♥ ♥ ♥
the world calls me. and i fear that i am far too involved with it.
1:54 AM
of wall climbing and multi colored band-aids
yellow, red, and blue.
i got them when i was through.
with betadine and tears,
i faced my fear.
the fourth spot was easier,
that i can attest.
the 2nd spot was harder.
i failed to be the best.
the belayers were evil
they wanted me to continue
just pass the red line
and so i did.
it wasnt enough,
my prof wanted more
god, he probably wants
wounds, bruises, and scratches galore.
but ive had enough
three wounds is too much
i quit and cried
cried til my eyes dried out.
ohkay, first, this poem isnt figurative. i went wall climbing at rockwell for our p.e. class this morning. i have this intense fear of heights, and when i get scared, i hyperventilate. so i finished my first try fast, no looking down for me then. but stupid me wanted to get things over right away so i went ahead with my 2nd try without resting so much, and i had to try the hard one. yeah, fucking shit. god, i probably spent 10 minutes or so and i couldnt get out of where i was.. i was crying already coz i could see the ground but i cant quit coz my grade relies on that.. so, i kept on trying and the fucking belayer kept on scaring me that i could always retake p.e..so i really didnt want to quit, until i really couldnt breathe anymore. so when i got down i sat down and cried. really cried. i was hyperventilating, i really couldnt breathe, i got even more afraid coz i had a minor asthma attack. AND i noticed i had 3 wounds, 2 on my left hand, and one on the right. but the one on the right was really bad. so my friends were making me calm down but i really couldnt and my prof just had to come near me and ask me if i needed help. i told him off, asshole. at that point in time i really wanted to hang him from the top with the rope. i had to call my mom coz i really couldnt breathe anymore and my arms were numb and when i got to talk to her, she wanted to come and scream at my prof for making me do too much. but i told that id just take a taxi and meet her at market2.. coz its still partly my fault coz i didnt tell my prof i had asthma. but still, he didnt have to threaten me with retaking his fucking class. so there. i cried and cried and cried. and yeah, my arms still hurt and my fingers are still sore.
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