What is the point
Of running
Of eating salad for lunch
And for dinner
Of swimming and lifting
Of taking such good care of your body
Just to fill it with alcohol
And ****
And *******
Are you trying to counteract the effects
To make up for it,
To hide?
Seems to me if you are going to waste a beautiful youthful body,
You might as well waste it all.
Dec 2, 2011
Dec 2, 2011 at 12:36 AM UTC
What is the point
Of running
Of eating salad for lunch
And for dinner
Of swimming and lifting
Of taking such good care of your body
Just to fill it with alcohol
And ****
And *******
Are you trying to counteract the effects
To make up for it,
To hide?
Seems to me if you are going to waste a beautiful youthful body,
You might as well waste it all.
Dec 2, 2011
Dec 2, 2011 at 12:36 AM UTC
There's a hole in my chest;
I filled it with pain
It brought me no gain
Perhaps it was for the best.
There's a hole in my chest;
I filled it with gaiety
It all leaked out, leaving me quite empty
Perhaps it was for the best.
There's a hole in my chest;
I filled it with friends
But I am still left alone at the end
Perhaps it was for the best.
There's a hole in my chest;
I filled it with pleasure
There was never enough to measure
Perhaps it was for the best.
There's a hole in my chest;
I filled it with resentment and bitterness.
Something is still amiss.
Perhaps it is for the best.
Nov 30, 2011
Nov 30, 2011 at 11:42 PM UTC
These things you said to me,
I was hoping they would set me free.
Instead I sit here with wandering mind;
My heart is really in quite the bind.
I think that I should be happy,
But instead I feel a little empty.
Whether or not this is worth it:
I guess I'll find out bit by bit.
So I'll turn my music a little louder,
Pull back my shoulders and stand a little prouder.
Life goes on, with or without you.
Nov 22, 2011
Nov 22, 2011 at 10:39 PM UTC
you used to make me feel
like i was unstoppable
floating
soaring
higher than the rest of the world
on wings you gave me.
now
i feel weighted
heavy
flightless
i reach out to you
my heart
on a string
you cut it.
every time
it falls
breaks
shatters
a million pieces.
but this time
maybe things will be different
this time you will look at me
those eyes
so many feelings
you will say something
new.
Nov 21, 2011
Nov 21, 2011 at 1:27 AM UTC