My grandma always told me that bad stuff comes in threes
It has always stuck with me and know I except more difficult things
I never realized how sad it was until I got older
It never seemed to fail me
When she passed, I failed 5th grade, and my cat died.
When I ran away, my boyfriend broke up with me, and I lost a house.
When my uncle died, I had to see my dad, and my mom had financial issues.
Life is a cruel game and you can never beat it

you don't want me like i want you
you never do

he has no ******* clue
this is a one sided kind of affection

that cologne and cigarette smell fires my intentions
my heart can't take this rejection
it needs protection
been trying to escape these feelings but ****
we have such an intense connection

you have no idea how badly i just wanna grab you
look you in your eyes

into your ******* soul and spill it
into your heart, i'll fill it
with all this emotion that's been tearing me apart
lately it's been setting me afire
burning my insides, i'm spilling my guts here
this is exactly what i fear


i fear unrequited love
that feeling of missing someone so ******* much

it hurts my heart
feels like it's bleeding
but i'm proceeding
while you sit back and smile without me
don't give a **** about me

can't take this defeat

i'm tired of my love life being stuck on repeat

My knees, ankles bruised
By the stones they threw
Running for a better world
Can't even see a thing clearly
Coz my head is spinning
Fainted by the words they used
My eyes are bleeding with tears
This road would never end
My life would melt like ice
On a sunny day, half naked

the only bad luck im having
is the **** im not getting

I am a loser
I never do anything right
It's always bad luck
I lose every fight

I'll never win
I'll never learn
There is no money
I'll ever earn

"When I die I'll go to heaven because I've spent my time in hell"
But shush, perse your lips,
Don't you ever tell.

This life has been a wicked spell,
A curse in the mirror,
A twist in my head,

Miss fortune in my luck,
Bad luck in my heart,
For when my time comes
It is in fact hell
that I shall depart.

When I say everything is crashing to pieces,
Falling apart before my very unadulterated eyes,
I don't mean it as a metaphor.
No. I mean things are literally breaking to bits.

When I say everything is crashing to pieces, I mean
With every step I take across this suspension bridge, I can feel the ground give way to my weight and endlessly tumble and twist toward its impending demise to the unsuspecting ground below. (Albeit, it has yet to have trouble with the racing automobiles wizzing past me with a taunting doppler)

When I say everything is crashing to pieces, I mean
I have the Midas touch.
Only, when things come in brief contact with my fare skin, they need not turn into gold but rather chaos.

When I say everything is crashing to pieces, I mean
With every flip of the switch comes an explosion of glass bits and fiery yellow sparks shooting awry (give my thanks to the short fuse)

When I say everything is crashing to pieces, I mean
I attempt to live out my usual ordinary uneventful lifestyle, and I leave a wake of destruction in my route to the corner store! (Remind me to apologize to the florist- I'll have to get him some newly birthed petunias)

When I say everything is crahsing to pieces, I mean
I fear cutting onions lest the knife get fed up with being dulled by various vegitables and find its way to my throat, holding me hostage in the kitchen via blade tip to jugular

When I say everything is crashing to pieces, I mean
I would be far from surprised if the monsters under the bed had a mutiny and overthrew their sane captain who keeps them from overturning my mattress every night, bless him

When I say everything is crashing to pieces,
Falling apart before my very mundane eyes, I don't mean it figuratively.
No. Things are literally breaking into tiny wooden splinters.
But don't you for a second dilute your mind into thinking this bothers me in any way.
I've learned to just let the pieces fall where they may