someday it will be captured on stone
then this world will see how desperation grows tired of genies, beyond so much more the mask of your youth lingers like a lightning struck ghost in my brain crackling attuned to itsglow

it means nothing, just friends with my family, we were just *******, it means notthing

sleep eat work 1 hr sleep alone eat work emotionless sleep **** sleep sleep

dont need any1 or
anything

cops are worse than useless

white lights and vampires

horrible night horrible night horrible nights

people can be sad about whatever they want why do people think they can designate what is right to be ****** up about *******

ill never cry again

GOD
he/shedoesnt ******* care

im not who u thought i was

time to smoke weedd and try an fall asleep to wake up go to work tomorrow to pretend i am human

its passed this time stop asking stupid ******* questions

she said inside you’re ugly, ugly like me

sometimes
i will
i love you
words u will never hear

its a long way down and out

daytime feel guilty
nightime feel misery

some things are stupid to be upset about i think but its not like you can control it completely its what you feel so *** do people want? people to fake everything? so many people are professional fake ******* it makes me wnat to rip out my eyeballs

why does everybody want to put a label on **** *******
let **** be what it is

idc if u think u know at all what i mean

if u drnk my blood u would get so ****** up

most peoples writing that i read
i never want to read again

life is confusing
life is on fire

it isnt about writing its about honesty

your parents have a favorites and it isnt u
your god has a favorite and it isnt u
your girlfriend has a favorite and it isnt u
your wife is ******* her favorite
and she isnt ******* u

this house iwll be my tomb

happiness is not a byproduct of life

honestly i think of so many things to say to people who say stupid **** to me but then i realize its going to make them talk to me more and i dont want that, letting go and onto the next people are going to be dumb regardless if u argue or not

dont know how to be this fabric that lives in your curtains i wont be a motion that resurfaces ur inertia and i dont need your ******* approval to know that im worth it
id **** all your mistakes if i knew that i was wolf it and id light myself on fire becux i know that i deserve it but not before i wrapped myself in colors and dived dead into a whirlwind far back before u ****** those mannequins licking pins
in human gold skin, it is in the spirit that u live in, the past of your family and the life that they kept living in, u are the space beneath a
curdled  and rotting  white wind, that rots my insides while u are next to me sleeping in
i already died for u bitchs and for all of ur sins
i died and left alreayd u dont need to take this in
but u keep returning to your sleeeping in
when u know that your torso is steady leaving skin
u got nothing to look forward too when you are already a living breathing sin
and that is it
and your *** reflects your past
and the people u defeated
im just ur new dead weakness
and ur trying to improve on completely depleted

why do people think im supposed to understand anything

this is what its like to be dead when ur alive

need to find out what i am

maybe this is selfish but i dont care this is one thing that ii dont feel guilty for because i know what i want from it is real

how it has been or how it could be

nothing else matters to me

i just want love like it really can be like

everything into nothing
nothing into everything

the internet is going to **** me eventually

i love you and i cant stop you, so please be safe

you are all ******* gods

what would the internet do if no one was on it

tired of fragmented presences exist or go the **** away

making a new reality

a beer can that keeps refilling + a cigarette that never stops burning

just because you are incapable of understanding what this is, doesnt mean it doesnt exist

im really trying and i feel like whenever u get mad u dont see that or forget about it

everyone responds with silence

loss of interest is the same as love to you

u want this to be what it is or u want it to be what u want it to be