I'm so ******* lonely and
the dog is crying all the time.
I want to get **** faced
and **** a stranger.
I want to bare knuckle box
someone bigger than me.
I want to do something wrong.

I'm so ******* tired
I guess I'll stay up all night.
I can't do anything at all.
I'm gonna get a job and die,
or leave a scar on someone
or break some monument
of national pride.

Cauterize. Burn something
that leaves people in terror.
Awe-struck. Tired and lonely;
I want to take a wild swing
at anything or anyone.
****.

I want to be the blemish
on your mankind's
smiling face.

And after all of the things that make you who you are
And after all of the stress injected in your heart
And after all of the time in this life thoroughly spent
You want nothing to do with this world

So intact with this life
So intact with your exhaustion
So intact with this tension
You want nothing to do with this world

You grow from this life
You grow from your past
You grow to the point that
You want nothing to do with this world

So numbing this game
So bland when you’re awake
So great to fall asleep
You want nothing to do with this world

No matter what you consist of
the desire for another place is great
so close your eyes and imagine what will never apply
you want nothing to do with this world

Do not tell me
what I can
and cannot do.

I am my own person
and am capable
and smart enough
to make my own choices.

Your opinion has no effect
on my life
or on my decisions.

But since you feel the need
to tell me what to do
how about I tell you
to keep your mouth shut.

You're sad...
they think you want to hurt yourself.
You're angry....
they think you'll **** someone.
You're happy...
they think you're high.

Can you ******* win anymore?

I hate that you hate me.
I hate that I cant be what you want.
I hate that you don't realize the pain you cause me.
I hate that you pretend that we are a perfect family.
I hate that you laugh everything off and never listen to me.
I hate the way you make me feel.

Why is it we cant choose our family?
Why do we have to learn to love them?
Why cant we choose them like we do our friends?

I cant love someone who doesn't love me.

I ****. You said it yourself.

I hate that you pretend that you didn't say it.
I hate that you dont feel guilty for being a bad parent.

What about me?
What about my happiness?
What about my life?

I hate that you don't listen to me, or accept who I am.
Because it makes it even harder for me to do that when my own mother cant.

So stop thinking about yourself.
And realize that your daughter needs help.

Im suicidal and you cant even tell.
What does that say about how much you care?
Or how much you even love me?


**Do you even love me?