| September 29th, 1984
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| Dear so and so
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| Gather me up because I’m lost
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| Or I’m back where I started from
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| I’m crawling on the floor
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| Rolling on the ground
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| I might cry, I won’t go home
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| So here’s the story
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| I am turning up in circles
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| And I’m spinning on my knuckles
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| Don’t forget that there are circles left undone
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| Very close to me
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| Forgive me. |
| Comfort me
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| I’m crawling on the floor
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| Rolling on the ground
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| There’s a blanket wrapped around my head
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| I’m moving in a line, it’s shaped like this
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| I’m
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| I’m holding in my breath, I have a room
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| Can you tell if I am lying?
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| Don’t forget that I’m living inside
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| The space where walls and floor meet
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| A box inside my chest
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| An animal stuffed with my frustration
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| Can you hear me?
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| Don’t forget that I’m alone when you’re away
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| You make me act like other people do
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| Forgive me
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| Comfort me
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| You comfort me
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| You make me die
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| I’m gonna cry
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| I won’t go home
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| Don’t kill the God of Sadness
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| Just don’t let her get you down
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| See, the man inside a book I read
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| Can’t handle his own head
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| So what the hell am I supposed to do?
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| I’d like to know how he died
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| My hands are shaking
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| Don’t you love me anymore?
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| I only need a person, keep my shoulders
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| Stand around, lie down
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| Move your hand above the floor
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| Gather me up because I’m lost
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| Or I’m back where I started from
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| I’m crawling on the floor
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| Rolling on the ground
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| I’m gonna cry
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| You look for me
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| Love, Kristin
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| P. S. Keep them coming |