Someone who is worthless has no right to act happy.
You are not gracing society with any sort of compensation, so why reap what others are sewing?
A stupid sack of nothing, a waste of oxygen. Can't keep a job, can't pay your one ******* bill. Just one. One! And you can't pay it.
Can't provide for anything you say you love, but, oh, what's this? You can crack jokes? Great! That'll put gas in the car.
You were a ******* accident for a reason, I guess.
Go cry to someone who gives a ****.

Treading softly with fingers on your skin
our eyes locked on one another
gotta go soon, can't stay too long
every second with you is time well spent
though, I wonder if you feel the same
hearts beating as one
eventually we'll give in to
reduced sleep and nights spent drawing lazy circles in our wounds

From dusk til dawn
one thought on my mind
recoiling at the thought of anyone else
everything is you
various ways to ask you the same, but
even I can't figure out how, instead just
reveling in the way you say my name.

It's not so much a longing as it is pure curiosity,
but there's no need to reopen closed wounds.
Sugar soothes my scars, but you're salt,
and we were meant to fall apart eventually.
So, I will call some neutrality
(this is my doing so),
because we all **** up, and I've no ill will left to poison anyone with,
and I will be here if you ever need me.

You wonder
why I wiggle
so much
why my legs
bounce,
and my hands
twitch.
Truth is,
my mind
can't slow down
It doesn't know
how to take a day off,
its far too good
at tormenting me
more and more
with each
passing second.

-JRM

Pressed into the mattress, there's a sheet over my head
I'm screaming for some end cause I'm tired of being dead inside
Every mistake haunts me for years
I disappoint everyone around me
Can't keep a ******* job, barely graduated high school
Don't even talk to my friends anymore
These tears should be forbidden, I don't deserve to cry
I've just brought shame and disappointment and agony and anger
I've no right to be sad when it's my own ******* fault
I just can't move when I **** up every time I do

Absolutely beautiful,
coming down, elegance flowing graciously,
harmoniously.
I'm jubilant, keep leaving my noose on pretty quaint Sycamores.
Trust, under vows, with xeroflulogitis.
You.

-Zee