empty emotions fuel the deep devotions of yesterday nothing fulfilling no true feelings there was nothing in between nothing breathing lifeless ill intended words that feel like promises only fueled what made you die
Soundlessly I creep Into your head Tiptoe around Your secrets and dread I knock upon Your door of lies Turn the **** To peek inside A humorless laugh Escapes my lips How had I known The secrets you kept I slam the door Let my anger rage Knowing it’d cause An aching migraine But it can’t compare To the hate I feel Just a manikin of clothes For you to peel I’m done with you And you’re hurtful tricks You are nothing to me You *******
Start by hitting snooze Twice for good measure Leave the house just a few minutes later Turning right into a jam A thick, slow traffic jam Viscous car molasses But much less sweet Sit there for a second Simmering in sweat Your blood begins to boil Your hands begin to clench Grip the steering wheel Watch the clock tick time away Curse your screeching alarm Curse the convertible in front of you Curse Monday mornings Curse anything but yourself Know that screaming at the cars Won’t make that red turn green But do it anyway Honk your horn Flash an unfavorable finger To the vehicles doing the same to you How is it rush hour When everything is lagging Your will to move is sagging Roll your eyes at the radio Wishing listeners a good morning Oblivious to your mini meltdown Once you can peel away And break through that barrier Sprint down that street Swerving aggressively Whip into the parking lot Pretend your throat isn’t hoarse And your knuckles aren’t white Go about your day Get excited for tomorrow morning Tuesdays are better Right?
I know you're not okay I know it's hard being always upset.
I know you're not even here the author of your own history.
I know you feel out of place. I know you cry to heal the pain.
But please, don't look at everything through the glass.
Please, don't let your book burns.
We've all reached that point where we feel like we don't even fit into our own lives, that things happen and we can't do anything about it. That point where we see everything from the outside, as if it were a movie. That is the point that triggers everything: the one that makes us realize that we need a change.
you say my full name like you've been there my whole life yet you haven't. ever since i was little you haven't been there you were with some other man crashing my dads car hurting me and my father i was little maybe 3 i didn't know anything now i think about it all. no good memories i have are with you in them I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU you left me and let me get abused i had a horrible childhood because you couldn't put down your ******* **** you couldn't think about your own ******* kids. at age 12 you just show up like its nothing. you show up and speak to me like you've always been there but you HAVEN'T you missed 10 years of my ******* life 10. *******. years. and you act like its nothing. you gave me all your horrible mental issues you gave me your depression i got your disorders i only got the bad things everyone ******* hated me for every ******* problem i got from YOU YOU ARE WHATS WRONG WITH ME ITS ALWAYS YOU TRYING TO MAKE ME LIKE YOU BUT I DON'T WANT TO BE ANYTHING LIKE YOU