I like it best when I look least like myself.
What am I doing here?
Waiting. Life is one big waiting game. I guess.
I am really fighting the urge.
This undying urge to *****.
To ***** everything up and be done with it.
My stomach throbbing.
So through with sobbing.
So done with hearing all these thoughts.
Everyone's thoughts but yours.
I want to be a slash on your wall.
A stain on your sheets.
You don't give a ring to someone with the mentality that another is out there.
I've fallen victim to a juvenile prank.
The fault in the thought process of today's youth.  
Playing with emotions and love like it's nothing.
Everyone has a weak heart.
Except the one I Iove.
So hard and cold he turns me stone.
And laughs at me to better the jest.
Feeling a lot like it may have been better to have never loved at all.
Maybe someone else holds the key.
The key to my being happy.
I've been happier on my worst days.
We're at about the point of no return.
And there's no sign of your love in sight.
I'm on the path to becoming someone you won't like at all.
Time to start making everyone want to save me, again.
Everyone but you, because what could you do, anyways, to save me?
You get paid to write songs about love.
And you don't know how to love at all.
I'm on the warpath down your heart.
I shouldn't have fallen for you from the start.
Now I'm stuck.
Alone. But with you.
I never get anything I want.
Let me define my desire's complexity:
An "I love you" first.
A kiss without requests.
Cuddles when you're conscious.
Conversation without inconvenience.
Answers without malice and sarcasm.
How about a smile?
An indication I'm actually wanted.
Maybe you're comfortable pretending to love me but I'm not comfortable pretending to be stupid...
I wish I were arrogant and oblivious.
I'm already annoying as it is.
I'd be happier if you just told me you hate me.
"Will you stop ******* asking me if I'm okay when I go to the bathroom!"
Sorry I care you've been sick.
Sorry I asked a couple times since you've been ill. Sorry I'm even here.
And I'm about to be real sorry when I leave.
I'm feeling abused. And beaten.
Crying this much is a sin.
You clearly find me worthless and despicable.
"I dare you to find someone who treats you as good as I do."
Oh, awesome. I deserve jack-****.
I'm ******* tired of being punished. For existing. Everyone condemns me for existing.
I want to **** myself in the most horrid way and lay all the blame in your direction. Their direction. Everyone's.
I'm already dead inside anyway.
And you're full of ****.