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."