adolescent anger

allow urself to find comfort in hurting me, sacrificial victim thrown to judicial (brutally judgemental) authorities.
it's my fault ur hurt.
i deserve it.
i do not speak false accusations when i am pissed off, i spit worthless, illegible, indecipherable bullshit cuz the spittle that leave my mouth tickz u more than my initial valid reasoning behind my fxhked up doings. no, no, being pissed off is better than being pissed on.

get dreadful stomachaches looking past my awfully translucent face in the mirror at 4. cry urself to death, say terrible things. i'm immune bcz im young. i don't remember bcz im laughing, i don't remember bcz my bipolar feelings are illegitimate, right? elbow my shoulder a lil n play it off as a joke n ur off the hook.

romanticize the pain i feel to build a fictious sanctuary around my body. loud music. t-shirts. look what they did 2 me.
rest my spine on leather n look forward to what's coming 4 me. look close. pay attention of ur surroundings. never give a fxhk.

how can u give me that u can talk to me anytime shit when u dont even acknowledge our conventional conversations? who do i talk 2 when the person i've poured my heart n soul most 2 is the one crushing my brittle fxhkin bonez to a pathetic amount of pieces?

know i'm right but continue fooling urself into believing a lie bcz my excuses don't mean shit, right?
(i can see it right through ur fxhkin face.)
do everything in my power to contain these ungovernable feelingz bcz i havent had the guts to come face to face with apathy.

xoangryteen