-//Stalking, watching, waiting. I (we) won't be in your life much more. It will be better for all of us, and eventually time will run it's course and we will have already forgotten each other, as I (we) have already forgotten you.
May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 10:55 AM UTC
feeling ill- quipped with myself I find no remorse in my actions, though it seems as if I am only going back into my dark, demon-days. personné fou
May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 10:53 AM UTC
seems as though i can't seem to rely on anyone anymore. really starting to see the fine line in my life at this moment. I thought i had things tying me down, but i can honestly say that i don't anymore. and i don't care about leaving so called, "friends" behind. No one would miss me, and it's a powerful feeling that i hold. waiting for replies for hours, just to either be ignored, or again; be an outcome of someone who had nothing better to do. it's all just very frustrating. waste your life away with some ******** *** friends, they will only bring you down. only then when you have reached the bottom of your trench is when you will come crawling back to me, asking me for forgiveness. i will be there to let you forgive me, but when you come to the realization and look at me with your mascara crusted, boston terrier shaped, eyes- i can say to you with no remorse, and truly mean what i say. f u c k you. yes, f u c k you. and **** you for the pain that you have caused me and the stupid thoughtless questions that i keep running back into my over-fed brain. i ******* showed you all of these people that you are now calling "friends" without me- you are the aftertaste of society, and i will rinse that taste out once and for all.
Mar 17, 2014
Mar 17, 2014 at 10:26 AM UTC
pacing back and down the stairwell, listening to the anxiety driven thoughts busting throughout your brain cells. it's okay, there is no need to be this way. it's all in your head, and it'll be over soon. you stop and listen, you stop and take a moment to give your body what it needs.. the thirst for someone is an endless dry one. the need for a human touch is what you need most. don't push it away, and let your body feel it's way.
Mar 5, 2014
Mar 5, 2014 at 11:36 AM UTC
i don't wan to hear from you. don't want to have to think about you. don't have a need for you. never did. you never knew me. we are better off without you. thank you; but your services are no longer needed.
Mar 2, 2014
Mar 2, 2014 at 8:06 PM UTC
curl your toes underneath the amplified sheets of the bed in which you lay. yawing like a cat. warm like dryer sheets. soft like fresh ferns in your mum's garden out back. dont come home like you used to. everyone has forgotten about you. that is what we prefer.
Mar 2, 2014
Mar 2, 2014 at 7:58 PM UTC
regurgitation on soft corpses. looking like bloated, gaping, and soggy wounds. blue cords within molded casing. standing still with all that i am. laying limp like the coward you always have been. go on and lay in that tomb, what are you waiting for? luci is ready. don't be shy, say hello.
Mar 2, 2014
Mar 2, 2014 at 7:55 PM UTC
its all in good compliance not only to succumb to the scab that keeps getting picked at. The wound of my empty void runs feral through the damp mist, making the skin create pigments of discomfort. And alas, I do believe that it is all this simple.
Mar 1, 2014
Mar 1, 2014 at 11:49 AM UTC
//-Bleeding out underneath my clothing, and yet I regret nothing.
Peeling back the cloth as it sticks to emaciated skin,
See the flesh resist,
and i cannot help comply.
*Jan-12-14
Jan 12, 2014
Jan 12, 2014 at 2:43 PM UTC
dear basil plant,
why the **** are you so temperamental?!
that is all.
1.8.13
Jan 8, 2014
Jan 8, 2014 at 7:52 PM UTC