Write they tell me
Write and write and write and write
But what do I write?
I want real conversation
I want a certain conversation
I want him to just get the fuck over here and talk to me
Like a real person.
Just talk to me.
Talk talk talk
But I don’t even want to talk
Fuck fuck fuck
I’m so stressed and screwed up about everything
I stopped eating regularly
And I just sit in my room and do nothing except watch TV and facebook and 9gag.
It’s kind of ridiculous
I KNOW better than this.
I want to sit at a piano for hours.
And I want the music to just flow from my fingers
I wish that music could be words.
I wish that I could communicate myself through a melody
Because words are so harsh and cold
And music is so warm and inviting.
I want I want I want
Life simplified.