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Go AheadGo ahead.
Pretend like you know me.
Say whatever you like.
Spit on me when you leave.
Doesn't bother me one bit.
You get so frustrated because your words don't hurt.
They don't get any response from me.
You wanna know why?
Well I'll tell you bitch.
You don't know me.
So I could care less what you think of me.
Or what you say to me for that matter.
I know for fact your a terrble person.
If your doing this to me,
I'd hate to see what you do to people you actually know.
And you wanna know why I'm not fighting bad?
Because I don't have to.
I don't need to bring other people down to feel better.
I can just be me.
People like me for that.
Well sorry to break it to you sweetheart,
But your so called 'friends' would sell you out.
You have no real friends.
And you never will.
Trust me, no one wants to be friends with people like you.
Call me a dumbass.
Whatever makes you feel better.
Go ahead and laugh with your friends.
They wont be around much longer anyways.
At the en
Left For DeadLeft For Dead
Every time I open up my heart,
It gets shattered,
Millions of pieces of it are strewn
Across my floor
Into my pillow
It was in your hands
Until you dropped it
My heart and soul rested in your control
Thinking it was safe
But I was so wrong
When times were golden
My heart leaped
And occasionally skipped a beat or two with you, laughing and joking and doing the sweetest things
Until you left
Thats when I realized it was all a lie.
I asked for a simple action or brought up an old memory I cherished about our friendship, hoping it would trigger a response in you that would reciprocate my feelings of love and trust
I asked for a hug
You said "No", even though you were hugging everyone else
I brought up an old memory
And you cut me off
Then you left
Smiling slyly at me and waving as you turned away
Not caring what you hurt in the process
As if not even giving me a second thought
Oh no, of course not
You're blinded by your own cruelty
enternumericalvalue addsilencei can't keep time or my numbers in place
i'm breathing twice as fast but my heart's going twice as slow
it's like i'm drowning in people but i can't find your face
it's like i'm choking on blood but i can't savor the taste
i'm sleeping inbetween the matress and the box springs
cracking holes in walls so i can get some fresh air
time hasn't changed for hours but i don't feel a thing
it's been so long but i'm still sitting here, waiting
i took a shot at the world but i missed
wrapped myself with a ribbon on my wrist
wishful thinking you're my christmas list
i can't find my eyes
but if i could see your face
maybe you'd be beautiful
suffocating like spiders, entangled in your web
you're trying to lie me into loving you
listening to music that's shredding me
and i don't want anything from you
i just want you to stop
just give me drugs
give me pills
give me love
give me anything
make me something
give me some
stuck in between
pass the xanthine
i took a shot at t
Abandoned ChapelThe parish waits now,
the loneliness of corners
crawling outward on walls--
chipped away by the wind,
and held together
by silk spindles;
cobwebs align them like the membranes of memories,
the cut of a jewel in an broken window
against the sun
where beads of rain
gather in a mesh of strands
a new Mosaic
against the backdrop of a cemetery;
My eyes seek out the sermon
in close proximity,
paint no distance
between headstone and cloud;
elegies topple each other
in their climb to heaven
as light trickles
over the shade,
breathes a new glow over snuffed candles.
I feel the weight in these empty rows,
how a breath couldn't cease to be breath
in the midst of prayer.
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