I am done feeling like this.
nicotine, denver omelets, and that dirty hand
regretful images enter my mind
fixed with a dream that leaves when light enters
lying
drugged on memories
reality emerges
one's happiness depends on their self acceptance
selfishly discussed with the mirror
leaves one with the inability to love another
last words seem exhausting
words that don't fit together
can not explain
wasted miles looking for a face
a sign
a lucky number on the clock
giddy laughing to hide the broken scars
A caring friend
who holds shame
for the reflection
for the actions
for the pointless hope
"I feel like a pinata once you take a swing at me
If you could just crack the shell open
I think inside you would find something sweet."-bright eyes
"Said it's not your fault
And you've been good to me
Just lately I've been feeling
Like I don't belong
Like the ground's not mine to walk upon..
So I'd prefer to be remembered as a smiling face
Not this fucking wreck
That's taken its place"-bright eyes
"If I could act like this was my real life and not some cage where I've been placed,
then, I could tell you the truth like I used to and not be afraid of sounding fake."-Bright eyes
"The future has got me worried, such awful thoughts.
My head is a carousel of pictures.
The spinning never stops."-bright eyes is this how it's going to be? is this how you wanted me broken down again it's almost over now-the wrens
I realized now, I can't blame anyone else but myself for the way I am.
Don't know what me cam and molly are doing tonight, but I must have an ice tea at some point! I woke up at like 3 today, shit.