sometimes the hardest part of the day can be waking up
i went up like five
and down like ten more
world spinning head on the
floor
hands shakingshakingshaking like wind blown leeeeaaaaaavvvvesssss
twice wasn’t enough, but the third time is always the charm—
i’m saving that for another day.
i’ve flirted with death
called him up on a tuesday
whispered sweet nothings— or maybe sweet somethings—
to him while his parents were asleep in the next room.
we cast devious glances at one another from over a bowl filled with
***** and blood, he knowing tonight would not be
the night
because I wasn’t ready— not yet anyways.
it was the loudest and most quiet moment of my life
my hands like the weights of Ma’at ten pills in one
nothing in the other
the world feels so different now
like i am playing with some otherworld
watching them watching me
waitingwaitingwaiting
on me to stop playing pussyfoot with the last round
i’m moving and i guess that means i’m living
i’m living so i guess i should be moving, but all i want to do
is
sleep.
i’ve set fire and doused it with gasoline
i’m burning and i guess as long as you’re
burning you’re alive.
but sometimes waking up in the morning can be good
it can put a wicked animal grin on your face
mouth full of broken glass and breath a chemical fire
as you wonder
*if that didn’t **** me
what will?*
death didn’t catch me
district twelve wins again
Nov 12, 2012
Nov 12, 2012 at 5:38 PM UTC
sometimes the hardest part of the day can be waking up
i went up like five
and down like ten more
world spinning head on the
floor
hands shakingshakingshaking like wind blown leeeeaaaaaavvvvesssss
twice wasn’t enough, but the third time is always the charm—
i’m saving that for another day.
i’ve flirted with death
called him up on a tuesday
whispered sweet nothings— or maybe sweet somethings—
to him while his parents were asleep in the next room.
we cast devious glances at one another from over a bowl filled with
***** and blood, he knowing tonight would not be
the night
because I wasn’t ready— not yet anyways.
it was the loudest and most quiet moment of my life
my hands like the weights of Ma’at ten pills in one
nothing in the other
the world feels so different now
like i am playing with some otherworld
watching them watching me
waitingwaitingwaiting
on me to stop playing pussyfoot with the last round
i’m moving and i guess that means i’m living
i’m living so i guess i should be moving, but all i want to do
is
sleep.
i’ve set fire and doused it with gasoline
i’m burning and i guess as long as you’re
burning you’re alive.
but sometimes waking up in the morning can be good
it can put a wicked animal grin on your face
mouth full of broken glass and breath a chemical fire
as you wonder
*if that didn’t **** me
what will?*
death didn’t catch me
district twelve wins again
written at the beginning of my freshman year in college.
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