I'm broken
Beyond repair
I'm sick of sitting in this broken chair
I am tired of looking at the tele and having to stare
I'm sick of it all, why can't I end?
Is there some radical party I must attend?
Beautiful people are all over the place
And stare at me with utter disgrace
Because I'm ugly and I was made this way
Why can't I just take my life and go away...

Pain is your friend.

Pain tells you when you've been wounded badly.

But you know the best part about pain?

It tells you you're not DEAD YET.

yes i do love you
but talking to you
creates this ugly niggling tension
in my stomach and my thoughts to get cloudy
and i just become so frustrated
all i want is to be left alone
but then you think something is wrong
something is obviously wrong
but you are never going to be the right person to talk through it with

Maybe I’m so quiet because
I find peace in silence
And flaws in my words

Be my Clark Kent,
My superhero,
The one who saves me from myself

Be my Joker,
My Partner in crime,
The one who loves my crazy side

My words sweet as honey
Will leave a bitter taste in your mouth .
Revenge isn't best served cold- it should be sweet with a hint of poison.