
I am so sure you'll change the world with the garbage you incessantly spill.
I wonder why you care what they think of you, but honestly, I knew why before even asking.
There is no point in pulling the skin back if there is nothing there.
May 6, 2016
May 6, 2016 at 4:22 AM UTC
bringing my hand to the lowest part of my back where the sensation has yet to return, I curl my fingers and clench my hand into a fist. I ****** it forward, in and out. No matter, nothing at all. I finally did it. I won and I am the one laughing. It ends up this was yet another harrowing joke.
I crawl for none but the sadist.
May 6, 2016
May 6, 2016 at 4:18 AM UTC
cowards
stomach made of tar
acidic and empty
offering an end where there was no beginning
everything I touch
will
turn
to
ashes
Feb 23, 2016
Feb 23, 2016 at 1:55 PM UTC
nothing is meant by this pause
this encounter is an error
been trying to live it down for seven years and some days now
even if I could trace your outline, I never knew your name
Jan 22, 2016
Jan 22, 2016 at 2:51 AM UTC
I say what I must to appease those that speak in tongues only my mind can seem to process
Your message is precious and I value your time
You will never know what victory really is until you lose everything
Jan 22, 2016
Jan 22, 2016 at 2:48 AM UTC
a culture too sensitive to exist
you should not care what people think about you because they do not matter
at least I now know we are not meant to last
Jan 19, 2016
Jan 19, 2016 at 3:41 PM UTC
a pack of liars and thieves
you trust them all the same
unconditional
humans are by-products of a bygone era
Dec 21, 2015
Dec 21, 2015 at 1:43 PM UTC
I brag to my friends about it
All of my friends change their names when I'm not around
I have lost track of what I might have and then I forgot
A lull in traffic
All the buildings I see I'd rather jump off
I almost did it right the first time but the rope came untied
Cement my useless cavity of **** into the ground
I can tolerate this no longer
Dec 21, 2015
Dec 21, 2015 at 1:37 PM UTC
stupid puppet controlling everything
strings are tied to its spine
it writhes, gesticulates, and vomits
there is nothing for them on this planet
they are getting tired
so tired
Maybe one day they will hold me accountable
Dec 21, 2015
Dec 21, 2015 at 1:21 PM UTC