SO OPPRESSIVE TO THE THOUGHT OF BEING ALONE
SO ATTACHED TO BEING ALONE.
WHO AM I TO DECIDE IF I'M GOING TO BE ALIVE
SO DEAD TO THE THOUGHT OF LETTING GO
I DECIDE WHEN MY MINDS READY TO LET GO
TEN THOUSAND MESSAGES AND PICTURES CAUSE WE DECIDED TO BECOME YOU AND I
IT'S BETWEEN THE ALLEY AND DISRESPECT THAT WE TRY TO BE FOUND BY LOVE
WHO AM I TO DECIDE IF WE SHOULD BE VALENTINES?
CRACKED ON THE SIDE PLANNED OUT SUICIDE
METH OR RICE
IT'S SO HARD TO LET YOU KNOW I'M SO SAD
IT'S PRETTY EASY TO LET YOU KNOW I'M DISTRAUGHT
ON THIS DAY WE SHOULD SIT BESIDE OUR SIDES
CAROLINE! CENTERLINE TO MY HEART AND FLESH
DEAD! DEAD! TO THE BONE!
DISASTROUS EVENTS CAN MAKE ME SO... unfazed
WAIT A FEW DAYS AND I WILL WEEP LIKE A LITTLE WIMP
BE MY VALENTINE
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Thursday
PoetryThe depths of my mind and dialogue of it all. My thoughts. My fakeness. My lies. My confessions. My Raw mental conversations. My weakness. My complicated life. The nonsense that creeps up in my head when I'm thinking. There is no need to understan...
