i stare into the skies, knowing that wherever you may be, you're looking at them too.
whats it like where you are?
i hope youre having a nice life.
27.2.09
the foam across your eyes
sometimes i wait till they want to kill themsleves before i tell them it doesn't matter.
god.
they think they're indestructible.
but i bring them down with a kick to the knee and a word at their faces.
it's meant to hurt.
it's meant to paralyse.
it's meant to make them wish they hadn't even thought of getting up this morning.
it's meant to destroy.
god.
they think they're indestructible.
but i bring them down with a kick to the knee and a word at their faces.
it's meant to hurt.
it's meant to paralyse.
it's meant to make them wish they hadn't even thought of getting up this morning.
it's meant to destroy.
26.2.09
3.4%
Lying on the ground in a sleepingbag, drowning in depressing music. Yes Im melodramatic but I bet you are too. I'm just waiting for the results...
I hate textbook answers,
and the looks on their faces.
oh how they have changed.
They just dont know how to fill the gaps in their spaces.
All i think of is staring at a brick wall;
graffiti my name into your heart and we'll be sad together
"i can be your umbrella" and soak up your tears.
acid. although i haven't got a plan b.
take off your stupid butterfly wings
we can't fly, dammit.
I used to be optimistic, but now it's hard to believe sometimes.
i just need a stage of self-belief.
and no, I do not need your commentary on my life.
we can't fight forever, you know?
I can't help trying though.
Im only trying to make everyone happy...
I hate textbook answers,
and the looks on their faces.
oh how they have changed.
They just dont know how to fill the gaps in their spaces.
All i think of is staring at a brick wall;
graffiti my name into your heart and we'll be sad together
"i can be your umbrella" and soak up your tears.
acid. although i haven't got a plan b.
take off your stupid butterfly wings
we can't fly, dammit.
I used to be optimistic, but now it's hard to believe sometimes.
i just need a stage of self-belief.
and no, I do not need your commentary on my life.
we can't fight forever, you know?
I can't help trying though.
Im only trying to make everyone happy...
an unread letter
i pity you sometimes. with your feverous laugh, the way you complain about every fucking little thing. How even when you don't belong in the picture frame, you'll drown the city until you do. And the things you say, it's killing people. You make Romeo look like a jerk, a speck upon your white gown. Sitting on your pompous throne, sceptre in hand, ready to command. You're a Queen, but not through my eyes. And you run, eyes mascara streaked, red lipstick on bathroom mirrors with coffee cups in the basin, down the road, screaming... trying to save them, clicking refresh when you just can't. well, superheroes were made for a reason. To save the world. That's not your job. I pity you. I really do.
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