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You are depressed And I am anxious We are a headcase And when you're crying, I am swearing and probing And when you're suicidal I am angry and empty I offer you no sympathy And you ask for none You offer me no comfort and I Endlessly demand it. Your depression (like an uncertain vice) Squeezes around my life. (i don't care if i live or die) (an unintended pregnancy will be swiftly stopped with the death of its host) (cancer may be met with a compliant body) My anxiety (like a wet blanket) Smothers your indifference out. (you are nauseous with worry) (my unending talk about cancer and pregnancy ***** the remaining life out of you) (You love me but hate my conversation) And now whose to say that I am depressed and anxious and You are anxious and depressed and You're gone for the summer and I'm home for the summer, wishing on blood. We are a headcase. And when you are worrying I am indifferent And when you speak of death I listen without repulsion And when I am anxious you are egging me on And my Plan B is suicide (is it your Plan A?) We're not okay, Lovey.
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Jul 9, 2013
Jul 9, 2013 at 5:06 PM UTC
Headcases (maybe) in love.
You are depressed And I am anxious We are a headcase And when you're crying, I am swearing and probing And when you're suicidal I am angry and empty I offer you no sympathy And you ask for none You offer me no comfort and I Endlessly demand it. Your depression (like an uncertain vice) Squeezes around my life. (i don't care if i live or die) (an unintended pregnancy will be swiftly stopped with the death of its host) (cancer may be met with a compliant body) My anxiety (like a wet blanket) Smothers your indifference out. (you are nauseous with worry) (my unending talk about cancer and pregnancy ***** the remaining life out of you) (You love me but hate my conversation) And now whose to say that I am depressed and anxious and You are anxious and depressed and You're gone for the summer and I'm home for the summer, wishing on blood. We are a headcase. And when you are worrying I am indifferent And when you speak of death I listen without repulsion And when I am anxious you are egging me on And my Plan B is suicide (is it your Plan A?) We're not okay, Lovey.
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Jul 9, 2013
Jul 9, 2013 at 5:06 PM UTC
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