Why do it want to Die Why do I always feel Numb Why am I so Depressed Why can't I just be Happy Why do I keep writing creepy Poems Why do I want to Cry Why do I have to feel this Way Why do things have to be Bad Why is everyone so Mad Why haven't things Ended.
I thought they were always just joking, But love is harder than it seems, Growing up as well has its tricks, But trying to hold love, in bare hands, Is like lighting a zippo without it's case cap, Like touching a lightining while being soaked by the storm, Or holding under a warm pan just taken outta the oven.
It is nothing but being a robbery victim, only the gun is invisible, But it is still being wield by your lover one; Love will laugh and disappear, will come and go like the waves, And crash over you, but if you're not a solid rock standing in the middle of the ocean, be ready to drown.
My dear, I wish I could speak my mind. I would write in an eloquent letter and end the words with hearts Saying that the distance between us will not tear us apart But how do I tell you that and make those promises? When I'm suffocating with such deep misunderstanding..
I pick up the letter and smudge the ink Tear apart the sentences and cross out the hearts I love you, I love you, but I'm sure you love me not at all. How do I feel, what do I do? I'm tired when I endlessly think of you. And the paper cuts mock me. I give up before it drives me to insanity. And I will sleep, perhaps for all of eternity.
I feel like a phone that has been used all day, Until it's breaking Point like it has reached its lowest battery percentage, until its dead I feel emotionally drained.
I give i,-I give, and I give until I've given my everything. Until the end I feel like no one cares about giving me a single thing, I feel used and ignored and when lm Finally recharged Im being picked up again...
I miss her, and it's uncomfortable. I'm not used to feelings. In the past, I would drink when I felt uncomfortable, or felt anything, for that matter. Now, I identify the feelings, like a strange new species of animal: "Oh yes, that's sadness. It's indigenous to the western plains of the heart." Feeling emotions is strange and scary, but it beats the alternative; feeling nothing, and dying alone.
Just rot me I know im the only one who got me I am the only one who can stop me Do i want to am i even worth it ? I never said i was perfect Im just trying to keep it working. But its flopin This type of feeling rarely arise's but when it does man does it got me Thinking bad things someone stop it My mind just keeps thinking no stopping Its not working i want off this bad train called my brain. Till im nothing but a stain in your mind. Till the only time i pop in your mind is a once upon a time. But trust im fine...oh No im fine