your fake impartiality is so scary for reasons you'll never understand. its so unfair seeing you seem so fair. you speak my name and say you speak love, but we both know that's not true. stop acting like nothing happened. we both know we should die for what we've done for eachother. you still talk about me but you could never sing my praise in my presence. knowing that hurts. i mean, i cant blame ... » Continue Reading
everything feels so dull. never could explain it. ive felt this way since i was a little kid. its not that i hate living, or whatever. its okay. could be better, but its not like im gonna kill myself right here right now. but, life is supposed to be something exciting. something to celebrate and cherish. if we have so little time, why does everything feel so empty? i feel like things should be mor... » Continue Reading
back here again, aren't we? the yearn for a pencil in my hand and to write my little heart out until there's blisters, bleeding, between my fingers. a feeling i so much hated yet also love and miss at that same time. i yearn for the pain of my feelings, my sense of self, and my head. i've been feeling better recently and for some reason and its not as satisfactory as i thought it would be. i want ... » Continue Reading
i plan on eventually going to build-a-bear with my best friend. build a bear has always been an interest of mine and i still enjoy stuffed animals and shit like that even in my teenage years, and i cant help but feel childish because of it sometimes. I've been plagued by this thought; would seeing the immense amount of joy on my face making a stupid stuffed animal be endearing or embarrassing? wou... » Continue Reading
for, i am only a man, my aspirations outlandish and my dreams improper, as i am no true hero, or villain stopper. i see the sky between my fingers, and one thought lingers. "who am i?" for, i could be a knight, a prince, a king or ruler, but those feel drear, boring, and like a saboteur. as dawn turns dusk and the sun says goodnight, i lay in fright, one question in sight. "who am i?" am i someone... » Continue Reading
dont read this im mad and its not my best work.. i cant sleep because I see what couldve been us when I close my eyes. you stabbed me and you told me not to bleed, you put a cigarette between my lips and you told me not to smoke. I don't understand. nothing will ever be good enough for you. sometimes I wonder if I'm alive just for you to torment me. I exist merely to be your little plaything. you ... » Continue Reading
ideas, ideas, ideas.. the only place I feel safe is inside my bed. my eyes close with an uncertain deathly haze as I drift back into the eternal solitude of my nightmares. the only thing that dares keep me company is the imaginary monster I hallucinate in the back of my bedroom. the only thing im good for is putting my feelings on a silver plate and serving them to you like something you can destr... » Continue Reading
been reading shakespeare. what a guy it feels like it needs to be stopped. death feels like a virus waiting to wipe everyone out, a sickness that needs to be cured. i know its inevitable but i feel like i need to live forever, even though that's the worst thing that can ever happen to anyone. curse me with immortality, give me eternal life and aging, let me turn old and gray. the dagger in my shea... » Continue Reading