and everytime i come to you, everytime i listen to your hurt or your joy, to your brightest ideas or your worsts, and everytime i let you bring me closer and make me small in your arms, every single time, it's because i chose to keep on loving you.
even stars get tired when their stupid brains won't work and their broken hands can't follow i soar so high all the time that the fall ******* hurts, you know. please hold me in your hand before i crumble, i'm tired of having to do it all by myself, star's exhausted, doesn't shine anymore, just needs to lay down for a while, please just let me breathe.
to all who feel like doing truly rude things, letting loose your fury have an itch to shoot some bullets all the imprudent bullies putting yoofs & adults into the blues & pushing them to that very solution will do as ones to get ruined and if you are one of them, a few words regarding your funeral [if there will be one] hope it will be at odds with the usual it should be full of fun whether or not that is suitable
although it has nothing to do with me, I think those vultures deserve to suffer
got to meet a pedagogue who might let out of his wretched gob some mockeries something like this "perhaps, he has a paralysis" when in the course of classwork you're not taking notes of what's on the blackboard that snot's painting got to meet an insolent boy which might start an altercation since that ***** is annoyed with 3 out of 5 you'd rated his "top significant" work with despite the case that it's simply according to the teacher's direction
the way I approach time's rather simple it's a Victorian ***, I'm Jack the Ripper [reaper] **** it like a crash-hot spitter waste it like a massive twister feel so, even though I bag some scrilla (about time, blasted zero) a bad side(s) wielder hope that that's not till I/hope that's not until I have an encounter with the black-tect figure [scythe; wither]
there's one date I don't fricking celebrate and even sort of hate to perceive a certain day of a certain month every year as a birthday? frig it, no **** way; there is only one such day, & mine is a lot behind that date is just a bitter reminder, do not be blind with every next year after an actual birthday it's more & more just a "becoming old" day that's to keep in mind you, of course, are free to treat these lines as some pessimistic whine but don't think that thinking the way I do isn't right as it isn't about "right/not right" it's about point of view after all, you have your own, don't you?