Depression and Anger met.
The world thought Anger took charge,
maybe even forced Depression.
But it was not Anger,
laughing at the spattering blood.
LOOK AT THOSE BRAINS

Depression had a plan to die.
To find his freedom, meet his love.
He didn't mind killing for it.

Anger had a plan to ****.
To find his power, meet his strength.
He didn't mind dying for it.

But Anger loved Depression.
Depression didn't care.
As they walked into the school,
Anger wasn't angry.
He was doubtful and afraid.
Depression screamed at the top of his longues.
*TODAY IS THE DAY I DIE

You don't know what your words can do.
They hold me, spin me around.
From you might be in love to the smallest goodbyes,
rolled I forth and back chasing the words.
They ooze out your lips, right through me.
I'll do whatever they say.
I can crawl for you,
cry for you,
drink with you,
ride on you,
just to hear your words,
fall down my chest
and say
*Bye, honey

Around her
I'm the only one
who looks like him.

There's something about the air in here.
Heavy, pulls us down.
It smells like her depression,
my anxiety attacks.
Endless fights and un-won struggles.

I've been waking up,
covered in sweat,
not remembering my dream.
Except for those eyes,
they come back.
It's like they watch me in this house,
through hers.

He was lying on top.
I could feel his arrogance while his ***** was dripping out of me.
His **** had turned into an ugly, small piece of wrinkles.
The smell of him that I liked so much before,
was now brutally vanished by the smell of sweat and our juices.
I made clear to him that he had to go, so he left.
All I could think about was how much much I missed her.



This morning he playfully hit me with his umbrella.
Be nice.
He stuck out his tongue as if he was eating me out and said.
You like it when I'm mean.
I almost threw up.

Her words keep echoing in my head.
Can I tell you something?

We were half asleep and slightly drunk,
our fingers strangled in eachother.
I nodded,
and she told me something that made my heart race.
I'm so glad you're in my life right now.
I blushed, forgot to breathe.
I feel so much better now.

For a moment there, I couldn't speak.
So I kissed her on the cheek.
And I've been wondering for the last few weeks,
why I did not choose her lips.

If I could inject your attention,
I would never have enough needles.
My nights tend to become a chase for the rush your hands on my thighs give me.
I jump and crawl and I am proud to be your marionette,
but my waiting will not be patient untill you pick me up.

Use me.
I want to arouse your ego when you lack somebody better.
Please, let me feed you my strength.