I drown myself in cliche
pop songs
telling me "I'm original" and
"I'm ******* unique."
******** Closeted twinks.
They don't know
my tedious ways and
dull style.
Thanks for leaving.
Thanks for proving me right.
Funny how you still hurt me
even when you're gone.
I am being buttfucked
by a ghost!
I am being torn in half!
The leaves tell me
to stop forcing love
and to just fall naturally.
But what the **** do they know?
They just sit around
and watch others live,
watch others pass by.
They don't know
how to feel.
They just sit
and stare
and die.
Jul 25, 2013
Jul 25, 2013 at 7:49 AM UTC
I drown myself in cliche
pop songs
telling me "I'm original" and
"I'm ******* unique."
******** Closeted twinks.
They don't know
my tedious ways and
dull style.
Thanks for leaving.
Thanks for proving me right.
Funny how you still hurt me
even when you're gone.
I am being buttfucked
by a ghost!
I am being torn in half!
The leaves tell me
to stop forcing love
and to just fall naturally.
But what the **** do they know?
They just sit around
and watch others live,
watch others pass by.
They don't know
how to feel.
They just sit
and stare
and die.
I just got back into writing. Please give me some critique on how to make this better. :)
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