DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, insult salted the injury--- that was a bad day<
maybe wounds are sold do you mean that insult can't salt injuries to a pathetic fault? warn the poor never the guilt as it wish the idiotic I put the limit stepped the humiliation right out silenced like a charity drought now lacked it is yet still manageable killed in the **** core when tangible warn foolish fingers an incoming the tremble syndrome now secrets are whispered blind devils shrink in hinders a car ride rains a billion on a thinker watch me tested as God demands lost in translation for what a paper does and I simply don't understand take the gesture I can't for a billion pays you see made me squirm more like a forsaken sun in 2018
Stranger in the night come on, i will bite now, what is on your mind as our destinies intertwined caused us both to need someone to confide the worst thought on our minds tonight
At almost 2 a.m time we both need to remind ourselves of the imperfection of humankind and I really wouldn't mind a hand to be kind and a shared glass of wine to blurt out all those slimy thoughts that won't leave
And for less than that I would listen and chat acceting your words spat out to relieve the constant combat going on in your head
So, drink up with you stranger in the night and if the wine doesn't help I think talking just might
I feel some sort of companionship when I find someone awake at 2 am
i've been waking up to desaturation all my life. i don't know why but i've been rolling over in the same grey-skinned body, opening shoddy eyes, heart heavy as a hangover. i climb into your chevy with it in my hands. i know this is the fifth time i've lit a cigarette since i quit, but my lungs needed the ash. did you know, in a car crash, just one person not wearing a seatbelt would worsen the casualties? so if you see the casual ease with which i bare my chest, know that the carnage of my reckless form, hail in a storm of steel and violence, at least felt sorry. the starry dark of a backroad, an explosion of light, a bright metal supernova and colors even my eyes can't doubt; we'll all find out exactly how heavy my guilt is when the body sorrow built ascends through the windshield.
Everday on my bed as I lay with images in my head of him in me, on me my wrists tied, my heart free heavy breathing souls seething so much passion ******* in every fashion I let all these thoughts guide me to places where pleasure can be brought with mere bites and traces as I set a rhythm so profound taking myself till I'm left astound all I see is him, all I hear is him and then as our hips stop it's time for our lips to lock only for me to open my eyes and realize all of this is nothing but lies him, me and us created by my mind only for me to find me all by myself and lonely making me feel oh so guilty filling me up with so much shame this wildness I try to tame in vain in vain because now I know that my touch will get too much over and over again over and over again.
I don't recognize this face in the mirror, this didn't use to be me, what am I? How far away am I? All the damage I've seen, all the harm I've done, maybe I deserve to be uncertain. All the life has been ****** out of me, I might've done this to myself, I could be held accountable. I try to be smart enough to show what's inside, I don't believe I am, no words seem to be enough to show what I mean. Is this all just selfish of me? Narcissism, is it what this is all about? Not everything is about me, why do I feel all the pain? Can anyone tell me what this is all about? I'm scared, hopeless, and alone. Every sentence might be the last.
All my stuff might as well be tagged sad or depressive.