fuck you for withholding my own thoughts from me.
they're fucking MINE and no matter how awful i may be,
absolutely nothing measures to what you've discarded as trash.
karma is a bitch and i've already gotten mine, so
guess who's next.

how many times have i packed my bags?
laid my head to rest wherever it will?
dug even deeper now, unearthing the earthed
and treading the untreaded.
gonna get it right.

still ever-so unobtainable, baby.
i'm the complete opposite of what you've got.

you had me at hello.

will the flood behind me
put out the fire inside me?

hahaha, the list goes on!
oh, sweet validation! eh?

28 weeks since i love you.
it's becoming increasingly dfficult.
sanity, please don't leave me yet.

fuck you. fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you just fuck you. now concludes my note to self. i'm never gonna let myself be happy, so you go on and forget about the lifetime we spent, just like i did. it's gone. now i'm fucked forever and i'm unable to love. i'm unable. i caused this. when it was right in front of me and ( Read more... )

i destroyed truth.

alone outdoors and coughing into the wind.
straining to hear anything besides the freeway,
let alone your own thoughts.

i'm not alone.. i can't be.