I think the movies ruined my life
I think you ruined my life
I think im sick
I think you made me sick in the head when you left
I think im nuclear waste in a biohazard zone
I think my arms are going to fall off
I check for cancer every day in hopes I have it and
I won't have a reason to live or maybe something more along the lines of
an excuse to say I want to die because
I have this stupid body I'm stuck in
and all I've wanted to ever do was see my bones
I used to think I was in love with the female body but now
I know I'm just in love with my own
for the past three years I have been slaving to the whiteness of my bones
I have been trying to **** myself so I can be cut open
I've been looking at my blood like
I'll finally find the poison that is inside of me
I just need a culprit to blame for this disease that floats around in my skull and wakes up all the dreams I never wanted to see
I just need a reason
I talk like poetry and
I move like a mistake most people don’t understand me because
I speak in similes and metaphors
I speak like coffee is dripping out between my teeth
look I'm doing it here and I don’t know how to stop
I question like a demand and
I have no excuses for the way I move
Maybe I'm just ready to blow the twin towers down again
Maybe I'm ready to crash this body like an airplane
Feb 14, 2014
Feb 14, 2014 at 12:39 PM UTC
I think the movies ruined my life
I think you ruined my life
I think im sick
I think you made me sick in the head when you left
I think im nuclear waste in a biohazard zone
I think my arms are going to fall off
I check for cancer every day in hopes I have it and
I won't have a reason to live or maybe something more along the lines of
an excuse to say I want to die because
I have this stupid body I'm stuck in
and all I've wanted to ever do was see my bones
I used to think I was in love with the female body but now
I know I'm just in love with my own
for the past three years I have been slaving to the whiteness of my bones
I have been trying to **** myself so I can be cut open
I've been looking at my blood like
I'll finally find the poison that is inside of me
I just need a culprit to blame for this disease that floats around in my skull and wakes up all the dreams I never wanted to see
I just need a reason
I talk like poetry and
I move like a mistake most people don’t understand me because
I speak in similes and metaphors
I speak like coffee is dripping out between my teeth
look I'm doing it here and I don’t know how to stop
I question like a demand and
I have no excuses for the way I move
Maybe I'm just ready to blow the twin towers down again
Maybe I'm ready to crash this body like an airplane
