Oct 2016
I still laugh at jokes that
weren't for me, from
people that would
**** me if they
could;
People
that hate me
for all the right
reasons. If I could
change things, I would.
Just kidding
I give up and give in to the dead end wishful thinkin. It's clear I made a mistake, you can't relate, everything is ******* great for you and I'm happy for ya but I'm also irate, for heaven's sake I can't seem to quit this dead end wishful thinkin, hopin maybe one day will be like yesterday or so it seems. It's been several years, actually, those things I cling to that were reality then but now dreams I give up I give in but I can't I can't win I have nowhere to begin and you were the last loose end.
I am a sail without wind
I am a snail with a shell crumbling
I am a lightbulb, broken to bits,
Exchanging hits with the darkness
With light like spit in the eye of the god who is I and has ****** this carcass to punishment through stark comparison of what was what could've been what is and what will be since I am stuck on this wishful thinking
I give up I give in, so I say but here I stay in death forever lasting. ******* and **** me too, I choose to abuse myself ruthlessly otherwise I'll have no engine to keep going. You'll never read this and I continue knowing you'll never see this and I keep going lower like a limbo extremist blowing my spinal discs and heart chakra faucets accruing costs monstrous that I'll never get cleared up like acne on the face told to cheer up with a body old and seared n burnt like a piece of meat never turnt like a new leaf, I tear up knowing you'll be another figment in this story of my existence and all my wishful thinkin will never break through the ******* I do on a regular basis. I'd love to drop you like a cancer stick but you Are the cancer laced in my being fully from the ceiling to the basement, if you ever chose to ignite and show me your true sentiment I'd be ashes in a matter of seconds.
Just do it like nike. Tell me I'm a ******* so i can die swiftly. Tell me in a picture or a short sentence, nifty. Just tell me so I can go quickly. A thought of you lifts me but I hit the bottom of the rock bottom so drop the reality on my dead head and crush me so my soul can squeeze out as elegantly as old play dough and get full crispy so the wind could maybe ******* out somewhere pretty where nobody will miss me, just some odd color on the wings of the lunar flow, glow died low and no longer slowly writhing just tell me so I can know my time is up and quit winding up old gears and crying old tears. The years have not treated me well I am in hell, so open the gates so 'falling' can be 'fell'.
weren't for me, from
people that would
**** me if they
could;
People
that hate me
for all the right
reasons. If I could
change things, I would.
Just kidding
I give up and give in to the dead end wishful thinkin. It's clear I made a mistake, you can't relate, everything is ******* great for you and I'm happy for ya but I'm also irate, for heaven's sake I can't seem to quit this dead end wishful thinkin, hopin maybe one day will be like yesterday or so it seems. It's been several years, actually, those things I cling to that were reality then but now dreams I give up I give in but I can't I can't win I have nowhere to begin and you were the last loose end.
I am a sail without wind
I am a snail with a shell crumbling
I am a lightbulb, broken to bits,
Exchanging hits with the darkness
With light like spit in the eye of the god who is I and has ****** this carcass to punishment through stark comparison of what was what could've been what is and what will be since I am stuck on this wishful thinking
I give up I give in, so I say but here I stay in death forever lasting. ******* and **** me too, I choose to abuse myself ruthlessly otherwise I'll have no engine to keep going. You'll never read this and I continue knowing you'll never see this and I keep going lower like a limbo extremist blowing my spinal discs and heart chakra faucets accruing costs monstrous that I'll never get cleared up like acne on the face told to cheer up with a body old and seared n burnt like a piece of meat never turnt like a new leaf, I tear up knowing you'll be another figment in this story of my existence and all my wishful thinkin will never break through the ******* I do on a regular basis. I'd love to drop you like a cancer stick but you Are the cancer laced in my being fully from the ceiling to the basement, if you ever chose to ignite and show me your true sentiment I'd be ashes in a matter of seconds.
Just do it like nike. Tell me I'm a ******* so i can die swiftly. Tell me in a picture or a short sentence, nifty. Just tell me so I can go quickly. A thought of you lifts me but I hit the bottom of the rock bottom so drop the reality on my dead head and crush me so my soul can squeeze out as elegantly as old play dough and get full crispy so the wind could maybe ******* out somewhere pretty where nobody will miss me, just some odd color on the wings of the lunar flow, glow died low and no longer slowly writhing just tell me so I can know my time is up and quit winding up old gears and crying old tears. The years have not treated me well I am in hell, so open the gates so 'falling' can be 'fell'.
