Emergency contact, hang up the phone

There’s no greater vengeance, than learning to enjoy again. Hope you get the message, nobody’s shatter resistant (shit).

-Pierce the veil, Emergency contact. 

I threw rocks on the lighthouse. Not the boat. But it ended up sinking anyway. The glass shattered, the light was turned off, and the guardian was nowhere to be seen. 

Sometimes I wonder why I’d threw rocks on the lighthouse. But I still do it. Because its stupid light keeps me up at night. I know it’s wrong. But I still do it.

See, you do the same thing but to me. Oh but I know you won’t read this. Well, I hope you won’t. But you wouldn’t understand anyway. Your critical mind isn’t the greatest, and you think poesy should burn. 

I called you my emergency contact and you decided to hang the fucking phone up. Maybe you’d strangle me with the cable if you had the opportunity. 

It hurts. 

I miss being ignorant, calling you a hero and wanting nothing more than you being proud of me. Now I’d stab myself if you were. I know you dream of burying me in the garden, you've told me so many times. I used to think it was a simple threat you make to kids for them to listen to you but I recently found out that you'd be capable of doing such things. So I'd stab myself, and would bury my corpse behind the tree so you don't get to do it. 

I love you dad, but sometimes your words threaten to burn what we surprisingly still call home down. It already smells like ashes. hell, it tastes like it. No amount of that stupid vanilla ice cream you love so much can change that. 

I regret hearing this song live with you.

Vanilla ice cream has always made me sick.

Lee