I try so hard to change myself,
Yet it isn’t enough for you.

You force me and push me,
Yet when I bleed, it’s too much for you.

I can’t do what you wish of me,
Yet that’s not satisfaction enough for you.

I want you to stop,
*Is that too much to ask of you?

not being useful, needed, necessary

Her laughter floated,
like smoke on the wind.
All grace and beauty as it danced in the sun.
Short lived and,
short tasted before it dissipates.
Yet,
for all the music held within her voice,
the melody held delicate notes,
of heartache,
of sorrow.
I could always hear between the lines.
She made me cry while I smiled.

wishing days away is one of the worst kind of limbo
it swallows you so whole and deep
even happy memories are buried, and no new ones made.

The world is a business trip,
I hate businesses now.

I want to commit suicide,
Am tired of this feeling..
Am sick of all of these things...

Either give me courage to die,
Or **** me..