Beg me to stay, I know what I hold over you.
Beg me to be, I know you can't live without me. You feed my ego but bring it down, till I'm on my knees, begging you to stay. Fire in my eyes, emptiness in my heart. Why the fuck would I do that for you? Don't you know you tear me to shreds like, frustration taken out on a piece of paper. You've stomped over my heart like a child playing in the sea, stomping it's legs not realizing the sand can feel it's delight over crushing the sand beneath it's nimble weight.
What am I? Who is anybody, honestly? Why does life have to be a journey? I suppose it has to be, and your destination is death, but what about in the middle? I bet this all sounds cliched like my fucking rants about life, that every teenager must be going through, but shit, I like knowing, I love knowing. I love being in love, but I love being in love with you, I like friendships, but I like my current friendships, I like my life but I Want more. Does a human ever tire of wanting more? Cause I'm tired of wanting and not getting it, I believe that's why every wise person tells you to get rids of wants. Perhaps thats the conclusion of life, arriving at the peaceful place where you want nothing but appreciate everything.
I'm just rambling about my cliched issues, believe me I dont mean to bore you, but it's all troubling.
The biggest question that often plagues me is why?
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My Boring Escapades.
Poetry"Breaking free from the thoughts of others." Not alot makes sense in this book. Its not supposed too. They most definitely might be terrible, its just my way of keeping track of things I write no matter how terrible. These are unedited, theyre only...
