****, the noises in my head are getting much louder
somebody sing me an endless lullaby because i want to die without saying a goodbye
****, I failed an exam in the name of love
I hate myself more than i hate her
I am useless!
Please somebody sing me a lullaby that is endless
I remember when i would write to her instead of keeping focus, now i am twice as useless as a creep that is jobless
The noises in my head keep yelling "Suicide!" but I smoke just to ease the pain away
Calvin Harris (you were the one thing in my Way)
Each time my phone rings (Boom Clap) Charli XcX, I (explode) hoping it's you
but it's never you!
I hate you
You hate me!
What did I do?
Why do you always blame me!
I was crazy for you!
Sing me an! ****!

When everything falls apart, do you decide to go down with everything or do you stand still awaiting to rebuild everything??? Well look, I tried... but she kept on sending me to hell each step i took

Dear Mr. Cupid,

I hope you are well. Please forgive this letter’s intrusion. I know you are busy, preparing your bow, and planning this season’s collusions. I’ll remind you though Sir, of the issue I had with the last year’s arrow consignment. Your aim was amiss, and I’d be remiss if I failed to seek your reassignment. I’d like somebody new to deliver my true - love for which I have been waiting. For it has been so long since my wife ran along, and everyone says that I should be dating. So please, if you would send somebody good to shoot Love's arrow at me. Thank you in advance for forgoing this dance.

Sincerely,
Mr. Oso Lonely

little bobby ****** he got bored one day

decided on a trip somewhere far away

he would visit canada where other beavers stay

he would have some friends and bobby he could play.



he boarded on a plane and flew across the sea

to a place in canada where beavers there would be

he got a guide to show him where the beavers stay

then he could have some fun on his holiday.



there were lots of beavers swimming all around

bobby he joined in with new friends he had found

his boredom it had gone. now so far away

now he had some company. who just loved to play.



he was very happy as happy as can be

in this far off land far across the sea

when his trip was over back to his home once more

he headed home for england to his homeland shore

Can’t even see my own reflection,
been standing on this windowsill so long
My spine spits curses at the moon.
I’d break the glass with a clenched fist if it would
bend my perception that much more.

I scuffed along a dreary trail;
Lit by the orb of night.
A muted glow, grew 'neath the haze
Of fog disrupted light.

A pathway hemmed by fir and ash.
Its' silence taunts the nerves.
Your outline there, amid the trees,
My mind thought it observed.

I stalled, 'neath creaking wooden limbs,
Froze still and calm, I gazed.
It was your frame, your gait, your hair
There, ambling in the haze.

I felt you turn your face t'ward mine;
Racing heart, now in repose.
I drew in deep, your silent tale
Of why this path you chose.

I held your story in my chest
'till fog and dark did cease.
'till wary eyed, I woke and smiled
To know you're now at peace.