im disgusting
i make you sick to your stomach
you'd **** on me
you  hate me

things ive done in life aren't all good
but atleast the ones that aren't,
i regret doing them
maybe its a good cause for me
but know that its bad ,
makes it not so good

im sick
im not wanted by anyone i respect
trash
****
******* ****
call me what you want and
i'd feel like am i one

i am sorry



moday jan 16 2012 12:49

sometimes i wonder
sometime i wonder if i am holding on
the tips of your hair,
the only living thing thats keeping it on your head

is that me?
is everything ive ever lived with, for, dead?

you don't feel your hair being alive,
you only feel it when something is tugging on it
we sometimes forget that its even there,
that were even alive, until that pull
the pull that separates death from pain
pain from life

we're holding on by a strand.



thursday 12th january 12:20 AM 2012

without words
without lust
things are never turn out how you want it to seem
now the ocean's yours


saturday 7th december 2011

today, i sent to you my bottle
it is not filled with water,
but with tears
take it for it'll send you thirst for my sorrow


wednesday january 4th 2012

my mouth tastes of the bitterness from cigarettes while sweetness fills my tastes buds from the last lick of my lollipop
i sit and wonder if tomorrow will be bright and exciting or will it be stressful and undesirable.
as i sit the wind calmly blows and brushes against my skin as if its telling to let everything go, and it will take all my worries away. it ends in a second.
as though my chances were too late, and i now have to carry my own burdens and mistakes until it'll come again.

sunday december 11th 2011 11:47 pm