[22] poem

Listening to: thursday
Feeling: icky
i swear theres something wrong with my bladder. I hate feeling like this I hate loving you I should cut my flesh until There’s not a single clean spot left Why do you always act like I’m not worthy Am I incapable of feeling? I’ll show you through my blood That I’m just as human as you An image pressed to you A mask branded on you You suffocate me with the Empty stares you wear I hate clawing at you And holding on when You’re so desperately leaving I want to slice myself to pieces And fling them away Like the memories And all the time we spent together How can you say it meant nothing? Why do you pretend you don’t remember? Or would you just rather not? I’m disgusted By my own feelings Its revulsion And I don’t want to live hating you Am I making it up to you by Hurting and dying for you? I’m sick of you living where I can’t reach I’m sick of you breathing separately And most of all I’m sick of the fact that You could survive without me. I can’t keep watching forever And I’d rather die So I can at least remember How things used to be, And what you used to be..
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theres somthing wrong with my bladder too, don't worry :P
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oh yeah. i like what you? wrote. ... its pretty rad :)
bladder problems eh?
yeah im fine, just exagerating a bit
but im serious though, my nose bleeds can get pretty bad

im sorry but thats a sad school motto


hmmm sounds like fun in peeling your skin off.....

-{thewakingdead}
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[Anonymous]
Quite.