Young man
Grown past us both
Having to carry
The world on his shoulders
Our suffering
Our torment
We force him to watch
In silence
While we scream
Dec 26, 2014
Dec 26, 2014 at 3:58 AM UTC
Please
I'll put my mask on of "happiness."
When you see me put this mask on,
Pull it off and ask me what's wrong.
If I lie to you,
Which I probably will,
Slap me.
When I slap you back,
Pull my hand back,
And wrestle me to the ground,
Force the truth out of me,
Then console me with hugs and kisses
As the tears begin to fall.
Dec 26, 2014
Dec 26, 2014 at 3:58 AM UTC
so i'll be drunk
to hear my heart beating
for something that it's not you
wishing i was dead
Dec 25, 2014
Dec 25, 2014 at 4:01 PM UTC
She loves black,
But she hates darkness
She loves rain,
But she hates water
*She loves you,
But she hates liars*
Dec 25, 2014
Dec 25, 2014 at 3:41 PM UTC