Being the only person to know you secret is heavy burden, but I dont mind.
Thats what friends are for right?
I swear to God, if you change because of her, you'll lose me.
Keep talking shit, you're making me famous.
Go ahead, stuff more words in my mouth, it'll be the last ones you speak.
I think you're just like her.
Haha, you're a slut, thats the only reason he talks to you.
Thank God you're recovering.
"I can see it from the other side, the grass isnt always as green."
Saturday, July 31, 2010
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Saturday, July 24, 2010
I can't tell you what it really is, I can only tell you what it feels like.
Do you ever feel like,
not a single person understands.
Even if you were to write them the most detailed map,
they would still be lost.
They would think they know exactly where you are,
but in reality they're on the other side of town.
Do you ever get sick of,
the feelings that recreate themselves every single night.
No matter what you do, they come back.
They come back.
I've come to the realization that,
my biggest fear is not as simple as going over bridges,
and its more terrifying than being buried alive.
For I would much rather go over a 50 mile long bridge,
or be buried alive with a three day air supply, killing me slowly,
then end up alone.
Sure we come into this world alone, and leave alone,
but theres this whole middle area to be filled.
Sometimes, I think my middle will remain empty and gray.
Its the worst when,
you find out someone who shared the same feelings as you,
left without letting you know the truth.
I'm so sick,
of your bullshit.
And your bullshit,
and your bullshit.
You're the most immature person I've ever met,
grow the fuck up.
I really don't
want to like you.
So I have to stop myself now, before it gets worse.
Oh, p.s
I hate you.
You looked like a faggot tonight,
though, when don't you.
"I'm hating my reflection, I walk around the house trying to fight mirrors."
not a single person understands.
Even if you were to write them the most detailed map,
they would still be lost.
They would think they know exactly where you are,
but in reality they're on the other side of town.
Do you ever get sick of,
the feelings that recreate themselves every single night.
No matter what you do, they come back.
They come back.
I've come to the realization that,
my biggest fear is not as simple as going over bridges,
and its more terrifying than being buried alive.
For I would much rather go over a 50 mile long bridge,
or be buried alive with a three day air supply, killing me slowly,
then end up alone.
Sure we come into this world alone, and leave alone,
but theres this whole middle area to be filled.
Sometimes, I think my middle will remain empty and gray.
Its the worst when,
you find out someone who shared the same feelings as you,
left without letting you know the truth.
I'm so sick,
of your bullshit.
And your bullshit,
and your bullshit.
You're the most immature person I've ever met,
grow the fuck up.
I really don't
want to like you.
So I have to stop myself now, before it gets worse.
Oh, p.s
I hate you.
You looked like a faggot tonight,
though, when don't you.
"I'm hating my reflection, I walk around the house trying to fight mirrors."
Thursday, July 22, 2010
I think I know.
I can't sleep at night because I fear that I'll fall back into the everlasting nightmare that when I wake up the next day, everything will be the same.
"How did we get here? I used to know you so well."
"How did we get here? I used to know you so well."
I want out.
of this town
of this body
of this personality
of this drama
of this loneliness
of this hatred
of this life
of this anger
of this selflessness
of this jellyfish I call a spine
of this skin
I want out.
"My thoughts you can't decode."
of this body
of this personality
of this drama
of this loneliness
of this hatred
of this life
of this anger
of this selflessness
of this jellyfish I call a spine
of this skin
I want out.
"My thoughts you can't decode."
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