Why did these people add me?
Do they even know who I am?
Or even can they?

Battle scars, of where I've been.
How do you fix a childhood, this frightening?
A first lust that gave you breath, a reason to sing,
So you found another, a first true lover, and you picked up the pen.
An emotionally abusive mother, who has terrified all of your friends.
One that's massacred all your brothers heads.
And many screws are loose in my head.
How can I tighten them?
Batten down the hatches?
Open up to the wind and the masses?
Hoping someone could understand,
Maybe they'll have a proper screwdriver on hand.
But such is rare.
With not many hands on hand

I feel silly
I feel negative
I feel willfully,
Needing a sedative.

Damaged, from something imagined.
Story books,
With **** poor planning.
Fairy tales, had my heart dancing,
Since I was a boy.
But never has it happened,
The way I thought it would,
No joy.
Or there were, for some seconds.
But realistically,
There are no,
Happy endings.

Build your vocabulary,
To explain more accurately,
Your pain,
Your love,
Just make it passionately.

Is this how you fall in love?
Do you analyze the way she talks, hoping it can reveal the secret to the way she walks?
And how does she think?
Will she leave behind little hints?
Letters taped to a heart shaped box, my only hope to get in, is If I can manage such locks?
And does she ponder such thoughts as I do?
Although this thought has always held the most true, with me...
Where the **** is she?