I hate you
I don’t like you, no not even a little bit
I don’t like the way you smile
I don’t like your sarcastic comments
I HATE the way your eyes lock with mine and our souls might as well be intertwined.
You’re impossible.
You’re ridiculous.
I don’t like the way you look at me when you think my head is turned
I don’t like it when you listen, and speak to me the way you do
It makes me feel like I will never be as good as you.
You’re dogmatic
You’re erratic
I don’t like you when you overrun my dreams
I don’t like you when your emotions are so in between
I hate that you’re so full of charm
And most of all I hate you for being my alarm
in this fairytale world of love I myself created
Because I always use to say reality is overrated.

This isn't coke, this isn't ****,
Those hurtful drugs have finally left.
For me, they have made a huge mess.
So lay down, take a deep breath.
Then inhale all the smoke, exhale all the pain,
Stress is now releasing throughout my veins.

One or three every hour,
feel my lungs, losing power.
But in fact, also feel the mind.
Free it too.
I smoke cigarettes, do you?

This isn't coke, this isn't ****,
Those hurtful drugs have finally left.
For me, they have made a huge mess.
So lay down, take a deep breath.
Then inhale all the smoke, exhale all the pain,
Stress is now releasing throughout my veins.

One or three every hour,
feel my lungs, losing power.
But in fact, also feel the mind.
Free it too.
I smoke cigarettes, do you?

Do I truly see myself through my own?
I wonder what it would be like to be in someone else's mind
Do their thoughts race around one hundred miles like mine?
Am I abnormal, witty, or even a bit divine?
Differentiating the world, is a habit I hold.
Under my hazel eyes, and my hair like frizzy gold
that is where it lies,
the storage of my abstract mind.

When I go
Do not follow
You belong where you are

When you go
I will Follow
I don’t belong anywhere

The Pizza calls my name.
He whispers, "come to me".
He tells me to eat him.
But, I being noble say, "No, I am on a diet".
He weeps, and weeps, no one will eat him.
He tells his peers, onion and cheese, I am a coward.
I say, "No, I am not", as I begin to eat him.
As I finish him, he gives out a deathly scream.