this is where i belong this is where i end up. for i am this way
pulling my hair out at the thought. my addiction aches. and lies.
consequence of sound
Saturday, January 22, 2011
fucking put me back in my place
fuck the things i taught you. fuck the things i do now. fuck it all. just put it all back. i want it back. back in the fucking spot where its suppose to be. i fucked up. and i fucking know. just put it back. i want it all back. fuck this mess, fuck these bitches. fuck it all. this is not how it was suppose to end up. fuck this awkwardness. your my best fucking friend. i fucking hate everyone. i hate everyones face. every single one of them. fuck you all. fuck you all....
Friday, January 21, 2011
to keep a secret, or to just forget
take my words as if i didnt even say them. put them away to not be remembered. and leave them there. i say all the wrong things. i try to be truthful when in reality words just climb right out making people happy,
designer bags under my eyes
another unsuccessful day of canceling common plans with myself. or yet again plans with you. because one day to the next only becomes another regret, waisting my time... but always waisting my time. your not the only one.
my heart is pure
my heart is pure
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