Sometimes I'm just so scared that
If I said no, you'd walk out and
Leave
Like everybody else.
I'm worried you'd become blind like the crowd,
Growing too busy to care
With other people to attend to,
Parties, events, jobs, work —
And you'd leave me here.
Alone.
I really don't want to tie you down either.
There are so many other people out there
That would make you so much happier than I would.
And I know that.
I'm worried you'd get tired of listening to the same ****
Over and over and over and over again,
But the problem is the **** keeps coming back and
I don't know how to stop it.
People think I'm attention-seeking and
Extremely unoriginal to have the same story keep
Popping up again.
They think I'm such a fudging great actor.
And I agree sometimes.
Because they don't see the
Invisible tears that flow.
I'm worried that you'd just give up on me.
Because I'd give up on me.
In fact, I already kinda have.
People tell me
I'm crazy.
And I know I am.
I have a fudging mental disorder for goodness sake,
Crazy is the new normal.
And I'm used to that bit.
But if people are sick,
Do you not care for them?
Why do people run away?
Why do people avoid?
Why do people leave
Because they think
I'm fudging crazy.
I'm trying not to be.
I really am.
Dec 2, 2013
Dec 2, 2013 at 11:50 AM UTC
I've never felt
This vulnerable
This lonely and
This cold
On a sleepless rainy night
Nov 20, 2013
Nov 20, 2013 at 2:15 PM UTC
Can you ever love something,
Love something that you fear?
Things that make you tremble much
And maybe, even tear.
Is it ever possible to
Put out those blue flames?
The fire glows so bright and strong;
Impotent is the Thames.
But maybe you could control the fire,
Change it in it's form.
Tame the beast from fire to feast,
Use it to keep you warm.
The crevice slowly closing up,
We only have one day.
The world is done and the end is nigh.
Is there really no other way?
Maybe you feared it at first,
But **** do they mean a lot
When they're leaving.
Nov 19, 2013
Nov 19, 2013 at 11:14 AM UTC
What kind of monster am I?
Now that she loves him more,
And quarrels (slightly) less,
Why do I still feel this
Inner hatred and
The longing for him to stay
Far far away?
Is it because of the disgust?
That memory
Of him
There
In front of his
Huge computer screen and
A fallen off towel and
The early morning beer and
Those stupid stupid stupid
Videos.
But even so,
The hate can't last
That long, can it?
What is up?
I don't know.
What's wrong?
I don't know.
What did He do?
I don't know.
I don't know
I don't know
I don't know
I don't know...
I'm a monster
To wish them to be
Apart
Just so I don't need to face him.
I'm a monster
To wish her to
Crash the car and die
Just so he'd feel true suffering.
I'm a monster.
I'm evil.
I'm very very
Bad.
Nov 15, 2013
Nov 15, 2013 at 12:08 PM UTC
You know, sometimes,
I get so scared that
One day I'd see you in Wonderland.
Please don't leave...
Please...
Nov 13, 2013
Nov 13, 2013 at 1:28 AM UTC
Am I supposed to
Congratulate you for
Having such an "exciting" childhood
Shrouded with corruption?
Am I meant to
Clap when you
Boast about your "visits"
To jail?
Am I supposed to
Hand you a trophy
When you tell of all your gangs and "buddies"?
Shut the -beep- up
Nov 2, 2013
Nov 2, 2013 at 7:47 AM UTC