I’m every cliche, but I simply do it best

06/08/24

Last chances 

Or “you need to give up”

My letters to you are addressed to everyone else, anyone else. 

Even as I say “you” I don’t mean you. 

I mean the “you” that whoever reads this imagines. In which case would be the “you” who dominates every thought with no care for shredding up my life. The “you” who, no matter how many curses I have placed on your name, no matter how many vows of silence I have taken in your presence, still seems to find your way to me. 

Leave me alone 

I refuse to beg

I am heaven sent. Don’t you dare forget 

If you let me have my way, I swear I’ll tear you apart 

I want to destroy your body slowly like a fever. I want you to beg to be let go as your skin disintegrates under the pressure 

It’s sick 

I’m sick 

Put me down 

I’m sorry 

I still want it though 

I can keep apologising but it won’t change my mind 

Kiss me goodbye and let me sail into the night

Get your heart beating fast, let go of the past 

I’m so sick of everyone being so lovesick 

Why don’t I care as much? Why am I listening to this music? Why can’t I relate? Why can I relate?

There’s something seriously wrong with me. I’m a cynical, overthinking, unpoetic teenage girl who has too much baggage for someone her age and I can’t just let go 

I don’t even want to let go 

I don’t like where I am but there’s nothing better 

Trust me 

It’s only going to hurt. It’s only downhill from here 

The four right chords can make me cry 

That’s all I care about, isn’t it? Music, movies and pop culture 

I love my sister. She doesn’t get it right now but she will. And she already gets it more than anyone else 

My friend liked my lyrics 

I don’t think they’re that good but I will get better 

There’s always more to do 

Maybe I’ll post some stuff properly rather than just randomly sprinkling in certain lyrics with no context 

If you thought this was cheesy, read the title 

Hope you’re all ok 

From yours truly, 

Miss Misery