It was better when you weren't here...you've been back for two minutes and already I hate you. I can't stand the sound of your vioce. I can't stand anything about you. I hate you so much. You always stress everyting nagative around me. alwaysss negative you make me feel like cccccccccrrrrrrrrrrrrAP and i hate it
i already feel like crap. where teh ehll do you get off making me feel worse. I hate the two who came in with you too One of them is warm and FUN t o touch, the warmth , an easy hug, unrequited but a hug nonetheless...contact. and yet you hate it so much...even when I take my time to make you feel better, to help you , to play with you, to make you laugh when you feel bad
you get everything I never got. you get evertyting and still you want more., everything... k it's not fair. so many friends...so much happiness...so little problems and yet you stilll milk from pity...you need to be 1, when i'm always last
and that other one...the former 1, now 2...reverting and becoming worse, more and more rebellious in order to make us hate you and what you do, feeding off pity and punishment as attention. i hate you so much, so fucking much i want to pukeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee...
and even now, i've stopped caring. a year and a half ago...just keep screaming. they'll never hear you...wrse thay well and they'll Toirment you till you dIE eits so fucking wrong...knifes should fall out of the sky
Wehn it was just me and him...we were silent...we didn't ask questions...it was unnerving but comfortable...but when you came back...ou made it even worse...cuz now its not not knowing how to start a converstion, it'si a complete lack whastover of trying to start one.
I hate you, you've put me in a fucking vortex...you and all the rest...pushing me back in to the eye...watching me struggle against the wind as it rips new wounds itno me...the wonderful wind. it feels so good...but i could never use a knife...scratch is good enugh
you push me back into the vortex again and again, too concerned with your own lives to see anything else to hear anything else...to think of anything else
wehn all i ever do is open up again onlyu to be KILLLEDD MASSACRED DECAPITATED SLAUGHTERED EVICERATED TORTURED MURDERED DYing a death I died a million years ago
I died one and a half years ago...i'm here only waiting and watching as everyone else dies around me, as god or whatever is controlling us hurts me even more, tormenting me . Not letting me have even a seconds worth of happiness without taking it away in the snext instent
I keep saying it 'll get better...keep being posivive...but i've run out of reasons...and quite frankly i have no time to borrow and my hourglass is broken
its either you or me...the world dies, or i die
either way...BANG
and insanity will slowly split and envelop, grow and feed, my brain will die and fall into unconsciousness one day.
the only question is when? nad can I get you before then? i will SUCK the life out of your fucking body...till your lifeless, my lust, my obsession, my love, my special mark in that agenda
knifes should fall from the sky then I wouldn't even have to bother
i already feel like crap. where teh ehll do you get off making me feel worse. I hate the two who came in with you too One of them is warm and FUN t o touch, the warmth , an easy hug, unrequited but a hug nonetheless...contact. and yet you hate it so much...even when I take my time to make you feel better, to help you , to play with you, to make you laugh when you feel bad
you get everything I never got. you get evertyting and still you want more., everything... k it's not fair. so many friends...so much happiness...so little problems and yet you stilll milk from pity...you need to be 1, when i'm always last
and that other one...the former 1, now 2...reverting and becoming worse, more and more rebellious in order to make us hate you and what you do, feeding off pity and punishment as attention. i hate you so much, so fucking much i want to pukeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee...
and even now, i've stopped caring. a year and a half ago...just keep screaming. they'll never hear you...wrse thay well and they'll Toirment you till you dIE eits so fucking wrong...knifes should fall out of the sky
Wehn it was just me and him...we were silent...we didn't ask questions...it was unnerving but comfortable...but when you came back...ou made it even worse...cuz now its not not knowing how to start a converstion, it'si a complete lack whastover of trying to start one.
I hate you, you've put me in a fucking vortex...you and all the rest...pushing me back in to the eye...watching me struggle against the wind as it rips new wounds itno me...the wonderful wind. it feels so good...but i could never use a knife...scratch is good enugh
you push me back into the vortex again and again, too concerned with your own lives to see anything else to hear anything else...to think of anything else
wehn all i ever do is open up again onlyu to be KILLLEDD MASSACRED DECAPITATED SLAUGHTERED EVICERATED TORTURED MURDERED DYing a death I died a million years ago
I died one and a half years ago...i'm here only waiting and watching as everyone else dies around me, as god or whatever is controlling us hurts me even more, tormenting me . Not letting me have even a seconds worth of happiness without taking it away in the snext instent
I keep saying it 'll get better...keep being posivive...but i've run out of reasons...and quite frankly i have no time to borrow and my hourglass is broken
its either you or me...the world dies, or i die
either way...BANG
and insanity will slowly split and envelop, grow and feed, my brain will die and fall into unconsciousness one day.
the only question is when? nad can I get you before then? i will SUCK the life out of your fucking body...till your lifeless, my lust, my obsession, my love, my special mark in that agenda
knifes should fall from the sky then I wouldn't even have to bother