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..
...
oh yeah. i like what you? wrote. ... its pretty rad :)
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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