we met as strangers
Changed each other forever
strangers once again
Apr 21, 2023
Apr 21, 2023 at 11:43 AM UTC
Last night I had a few
I start thinking of you
Thinking of you
With someone else
You’ll never love me
I’m an afterthought
That cannot let go
Or say goodbye
Ill think of you
Both in the spring
And in the fall
When the leaves cover
And the weather reminds
That everything
Is oh so temporary
Including you
And everything we stood for
I’ll never forget
Playing Nintendo
With you and
Arguing who
Gets the star
And who wins in the end
It’ll never be me
No matter what
You’ll end up ahead
And happy with MY friends
I’ll stay here
Alone and discontent
With every way
Everything ended
Yes, I’m sorry
But was the crucifixion
Really necessary
Nobody ever cared
So ready
To rid of me
Discontent
With my current life situation
But unwilling to change
How anything is currently affecting me
And unfazed by the constant storm
that wears over me
Sep 19, 2022
Sep 19, 2022 at 10:55 PM UTC
Last night I had a few
I start thinking of you
Thinking of you
With someone else
You’ll never love me
I’m an afterthought
That cannot let go
Or say goodbye
Ill think of you
Both in the spring
And in the fall
When the leaves cover
And the weather reminds
That everything
Is oh so temporary
Including you
And everything we stood for
I’ll never forget
Playing Nintendo
With you and
Arguing who
Gets the star
And who wins in the end
It’ll never be me
No matter what
You’ll end up ahead
And happy with MY friends
I’ll stay here
Alone and discontent
With every way
Everything ended
Yes, I’m sorry
But was the crucifixion
Really necessary
Nobody ever cared
So ready
To rid of me
Discontent
With my current life situation
But unwilling to change
How anything is currently affecting me
And unfazed by the constant storm
that wears over me
Sep 19, 2022
Sep 19, 2022 at 10:54 PM UTC
Yo **** you I’ll do what I want
Im tired of your wanna be helpful ********
It’s nothing, its null, its ******* void
You don’t understand
Its ok you say,
No.. it’s ******* not
I’m hopeless, really
Its ******** really
Its not that I wanna die,
I just wanna take a break from living
I’ll be fine, not really
Peace out, adios, bye
Tyler, this is for you
Thank you
Feb 4, 2019
Feb 4, 2019 at 6:08 AM UTC
As I sit here drunk
On a Thursday evening
I can’t help but think
How you got away
I’m so sorry
I wasn’t good enough
I just wanna think about you-
What we’ve been through
And why it didn’t work
How my flaws pushed you away
No matter how hard I tried
I was never enough
I’m sorry, Im sorry
I’m so ******* sorry
I rea-ly tried
i’m sorry, Im sorry
I’m so ******* sorry
I wasn’t enough.
i’m sorry, Im sorry
Im so ******* sorry
So. ******* Sor-ry
[I lay in my bed for hours at a time
With nothing but my
cell phone and a cigarette
Wanting to call you, to call you
I know I should, I really should
But I can’t bring myself to
Dial that number I knew oh so well
Thanks to YOU, I’m so sad
thinking of all the things I gave you
I’m sitting here at 4 AM
you’re tugging at my heartstrings
Listening to Real Friends
Just like we did together
In my bed, tangled endlessly ]
[loud and angry, no guitar] You are a toxin, you are a poison
You were selfish and uncaring
And I fell for all of it
Every hot and sweaty minute of it
Im tired of this, I’m tired of you
[soft] I love you
i’m sorry, Im sorry
I’m so ******* sorry
I Rea-ly tried.
I’m sorry, i’m sorry
I’m so ******* sorry.
I’m a piece of ****
I’m sorry, Im sorry
I’m so ******* sorry
I’m sorry, Im sorry
I’m so ******* sorry
I’m sorry, Im sorry
Im so ******* sorry
I’m so ******* sorry.
Feb 4, 2019
Feb 4, 2019 at 6:06 AM UTC
They say time flies when you’re having fun
But time with you seems to drag slowly
Like the second hand just doesn’t want to move
but I’m having the time of my life
You are like a rollercoaster
You leave me breathless
I’d wait forever to be with you
Believe me, I love you
But instead, I sit on this cold patch of pavement listening to tiny moving parts
Sulking on what I wished would’ve been
I’m happy for you
I really am
But I will never be happy without you
Feb 4, 2019
Feb 4, 2019 at 6:02 AM UTC
You see, mental health is a funny thing.
for some reason, people are afraid to talk about it.
You can ask me anytime about it
Its not something I notice constantly.
Its more of a brick in the bottom of my backpack that I call life.
You see, it constantly weighs on me
But by now, I’m used to it.
You see, I used to question why I constantly felt so hollow
But now, I just assume it’s the same thing as my brick
It’s funny, you see
I almost welcome them nowadays
Because whenever I feel happy or full,
I know it won’t last
Because my brick isn’t there
Or at least, I can’t feel it
Everyone has a brick, mine is just heavier than others
Feb 4, 2019
Feb 4, 2019 at 6:02 AM UTC
You didn’t deserve what you were given
Fading into a dark nothingness
You Couldn’t even whimper
They never cared
They never do
Plucked off the streets
You did nothing wrong
You were nothing but a test
For their grand feats
They gave you a one way ticket
“To the moon! They said
Your home was never meant to be the stars
Asphyxiating into a bleak oblivion
Feb 4, 2019
Feb 4, 2019 at 6:01 AM UTC
Sure winter is cold, but at least I feel something.
I’m tired of sitting here getting buried by snow, just to have it melted by false hope
It’s really coming down to the wire
I’m sick of continual sadness
But do you ever even tire
When all you do is fill me with madness
I am tired of getting stepped on every day
nobody notices me, I’m just another nothing
I’m so common, so forgettable
Its a good question really, what am I?
I’m left out in the cold
Im an afterthought to everyone
I’m tired of this, I’m tired of being here
Nobody would miss me if I wasn’t there
Would anyone notice?
someone would I know it
I hope so
I think
Would they?
Feb 4, 2019
Feb 4, 2019 at 5:59 AM UTC
I bought you a bottle of pink moscato
A present to celebrate the weekend
You said it’s my favorite I said yeah I thought so
I bought you a bottle of pink moscato
For us to share in the shower on every days dawn
Now on every days dawn I wake up in an empty bed in an empty room in an empty house
I get out of bed and go to my fridge
It’s empty except for the bottle of pink moscato I bought you before you sat me down and laid out every flaw I have
and how I’m not good enough.
We shared one last glass that day and the bottle will wait chilled for the day you return
Feb 4, 2019
Feb 4, 2019 at 5:54 AM UTC