petal poetry

the thoughts is day today messy of

18:07 11/02/2018

always the last to the table
the food's running out
i hope i'll be able
to scratch some scrubs out of the bowl

i ate less than my siblings combined
no, i don't mind
i am fine
who needs food to survive

i'm kinda sad you won't tell me what's wrong
maybe it's my fault
i give this too much thought
to think of it, i should probably go

i use pretty words to say what's on my mind
you know they're evil words
i'm just playing behind my mask
we're all going to hell anyway

since we're all sinners
why don't we all have more fun
break all the rules
till there aren't any more

sorry to the people i deceived
but you're not the first
definitely not the last
i haven't learnt my lesson either

sorry to the objects i broke
but maybe you didn't have a heart
and needed a shock
to realise what you're worth

sorry for not being sorry
for many things
i get stuck up with pride
stop asking me why i'm like this

everyone keeps wanting to return
to themselves from two years ago
sorry to break it to you, but that time is gone
live now or forever regret your whole life

sorry to be over-analytical
i just don't like the way you think, that's all
am i rude?
i hope to be excused

so sorry for it all

or maybe nothing
it's a word mess out of my brain

hope i never do this again

guess i'm fine in all my lies
i believe your eyes

hope you smile and never read this
because... i'm done with you

and there's three people reading this
thinking i'm talking about them
listen up - no

it's all imaginary, go to sleep

18:12 11/02/2018