I want you out of my head.
I want you out of my bed.
I want your stupid toxic words out of my life.
I want you out of my life.
I’m the nicest rude person you’ve ever met.
I don’t care about anything but at the same time I care about a lot.
I hate people... but I love people easily.
I’m a hypocrite.
Everyday I find myself lost in my own mind full of pink clouds, tangerine birds, and a light blue sky where everything is so perfect... expect for one missing piece... my wings.
The worst type of pain is not the physical pain but rather the mental one cause by our own hypotheses.
These hypotheses of unreal realities where we imagine the unimaginable.
These hypotheses of untrue truths where we inflict self doubt.
These horrid hypotheses full of illusions that just cause ourselves to fall into a state of insanity.
I’m just an angel... falling down to reality.
A reality that isn’t even real.
A world of harm...
Who in the right mind set would even come up with a tale to convince these horrid crooks that they can save themselves from the harm they’ve inflicted on others?
Have you ever ****** up so bad that feel that you are stuck in life?
Stuck in one spot while the rest of the world turns.
I know I can push forward and break this wall...
I just can't right now.