I'm tired,
So tired,
Of myself,
Of life.
I'm complicated,
Too complicated,
Help yourself,
Stay away from me,
It hurts not only you,
But also me.
I'm clingy,
Never obsessed,
Though that might be your perception of me.
I expect too much,
Seemingly naive,
But I know how it all ends,
I know what always comes,
I know I'll bleed from my eyes,
But I still dive into salt.
Friendships only ever hurt me,
Relationships come back to haunt me,
For I know my insignificance,
In an immense amount of lives,
Yet I blindly dream,
That I might hold importance.
I know how it all ends,
Yet I dream,
And I never stop,
Maybe I'm just naive.
I have OCD,
My mum didn't believe me,
Perfect symmetry is my ideal,
No one understands it.
No one understands me,
I think so badly of myself,
I take some jokes secretly seriously,
I care too much about your thoughts of me.
I'm used for my talents,
Then disregarded.
With music,
I'm not to mess with,
My hands,
They apparently hold magic.
People tell me to be positive,
When I think that way,
What happens,
Is the opposite.
My heart holds supposedly false hope,
Though I hope with all my heart,
And so exude happiness unconsciously
I hurt for no reason,
Can't even pour it all out in my art.
I'm tired,
So tired,
I'm complicated,
Too ****** complicated,
So stay away from me,
If you want to ever be free.
Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 5:26 PM UTC
I'm tired,
So tired,
Of myself,
Of life.
I'm complicated,
Too complicated,
Help yourself,
Stay away from me,
It hurts not only you,
But also me.
I'm clingy,
Never obsessed,
Though that might be your perception of me.
I expect too much,
Seemingly naive,
But I know how it all ends,
I know what always comes,
I know I'll bleed from my eyes,
But I still dive into salt.
Friendships only ever hurt me,
Relationships come back to haunt me,
For I know my insignificance,
In an immense amount of lives,
Yet I blindly dream,
That I might hold importance.
I know how it all ends,
Yet I dream,
And I never stop,
Maybe I'm just naive.
I have OCD,
My mum didn't believe me,
Perfect symmetry is my ideal,
No one understands it.
No one understands me,
I think so badly of myself,
I take some jokes secretly seriously,
I care too much about your thoughts of me.
I'm used for my talents,
Then disregarded.
With music,
I'm not to mess with,
My hands,
They apparently hold magic.
People tell me to be positive,
When I think that way,
What happens,
Is the opposite.
My heart holds supposedly false hope,
Though I hope with all my heart,
And so exude happiness unconsciously
I hurt for no reason,
Can't even pour it all out in my art.
I'm tired,
So tired,
I'm complicated,
Too ****** complicated,
So stay away from me,
If you want to ever be free.
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