I'm in a race with myself and I'm not winning.

"She never looked nice. She looked like art, && art wasn't supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something."



Do I make you feel something?

I'm pretty much done
We both know
Where things are headed
You may as well
Push me off the hill
And watch me roll down it
Maybe I'll hit a rock
On the way
Then you can see
Me bleed
I'll try to pick some flowers
On the way as well
I'm sure it will be lovely.

I could never really tell you,
because love in my house was shared using laughs and insults.
Just know
that when I say
"You make me want to *****,"
I don't really mean it.
And know
that just because I can never find the words,
it doesn't mean
I don't feel them.
I'll always regret
not being able to say what you mean to me,
but just remember
you smell truly awful.

she was waiting
with spaced out gazed in her eyes
waiting for him to come by
she was waiting
he made her wait for so long
he was wasting her time
he was wasting her
yet, she was waiting
with hands on her chest
praying her love for him gone
while holding in the pain
she was waiting
but he never came
he doesn't love her
he doesn't care
so with all her might
she left

The truth is,
Nobody wants to be alone.
The reality is,
There are people who deserve to be.