When will I finally give up? But something that is broken Cannot break again And yet it is repeated Like a swirling storm in my head So I'll keep my eyes up To see the distant promises Glittering in the night sky
Poetry is like my diary I can tell her anything and everything I can scream from my soul In aching longing Intense rage Or sadness beyond measure Perhaps it’s TMI But I tell her my secrets I tell her how you taste in my mouth How you took the time to figure me out How I love the feel of our own rhythm of life Indeed no one else understands but who cares My poetry, my diary, my life It’s messy as ****
At work my thoughts a-running, actually I just miss my man right now
"why are you so insecure?" repeat. repeat. repeat. why wouldn't I be? do you know the ache of being me? I never learned how to love myself, and I've never really seen anything to love It is only me. it's impossible to feel confident when you hate every inch of your body to be trapped in my mind, is like being publicly criticized just like Your worst dream, but every night my disgusting body, the life I keep trying to find and then ask again. why are you so insecure? This is no disguise Try and see through these aching eyes
4 out of 5 become different. But the one will change the world. So why not me?
I've got the plans but no action. Seems I'm no different than the 4 and 3. Except I'm not dependent on chlorine or finding the right thing to make me happy.
1 and 2 just remind me that we can all fall into the ability of finding ways of not being so panicky. Though hold your breath deep and hope these things will stay for a while. So why not me... Chlorine and the Right Thing seem so easy and the thing that keeps them from being shakey helps them. So why not me? I've already found my thing but the sad truth is there's no way out.
Counseling is a way Sure talk about why it seems so wrong. Even though I caught you looking at them the way I do, you still lecture me as if you're not doing it. Hypocrite...
I admit I'm an addict But could you blame me as they blame themselves. Excuse this excuse that. So why not me....
I ******* hate myself a lot for my addictions but you know, life is weird. Happens for reasons we do or don't understand.