say what you want of me i'm true to myself and how i feel tell me i need to be better cause you're right that i should do more i should that i could be more i could "what do you want though?" happiness enough cheddar to see myself fed i'm no dairy farmer but cream has filled my head and now i'm sinking cause the light man is now heavier than lead
A slow painful death but even then it would not compare to all the pain and suffering I had to endure. I don’t want to waste my breath on you, Neither my ink so I’ll stop writing here before I say something I won’t regret.
You make me so sad, you don’t make me angry. Seeing you like this makes me sad.
I'm caught in a forest My glass frame is jagged and shattered I give in to a distant call to rest And I search for somewhere to lay my head The forest is quiet A whisp broke me and left And I'm alone to care for a grove I am broken, I am scared, I am upset Something ahead of me Trapped in the overgrowth It can't be! My armor, my friend, my beautiful cog! Oh! What have I done to you? I check it's inner workings Gears clogged with vines and branches Iron rusted through Until I wander deep enough And I find the source of my distant whisper My hearth Once a great and burning flame To move my cog so powerfully So patiently Subserviently I climb in And flames long dead begin to burn once more It melts my glass And smooths me out And I lay my head to rest I close my eyes When I open them again I see through the juggernaut's eyes And I burn so hot from my pain The overgrowth burns away Rusted parts shatter away A plume of smoke billows from me I am a cog once more I feel so heavy So tired But oh so powerful A great machine finds me in this grove And offers me a place in it's inner workings Other cogs inside, made of shining steel greet me We grind and toil away And I feel so at home After harming and being harmed by a beautiful whisp Who I now understand never truly understood me Nor did I understand them They fled from me Left me so alone But I am strong once more I am so tired I feel safe and complacent So I will rest and let my body fall into routine I will sleep I will obey my new machine I will dream
New experiences aren't for everyone. I hurt people and was myself hurt by my confusion, fear, and ignorance. I was then abandoned and now I do nothing but work and rest and while I'm not happy, I do feel steady. I feel safe.
i cant get myself to breathe. god what id do to see her you i see twin pansies 10. is just a number but it means everything at least letters are improving slowly climbing up an endless hill ;;;;;;;;;; my role model is suicidal so maybe he isn't one at all his writing speaks mouth to ear to lungs to heart i read it all over the course of a little while about the time we were fused at the wrist ;;;;;;;;;; sighing we fold i don't care anymore mysteries because i haven't seen her eyes truly felt her skin her hand ankles bend and break with the weight of this digital desire and hopelessness they are not entirely related no matter what my parents say i know how my father feels the violence of him. windswept beaches of bodies i lay among the dead
when your false lover lives a thousand miles away and your father smacks your wrist every time you speak of her, every time you make a mistake - lack of sleep, food, i can feel myself slowly decay alas i press on