Perhaps you were made for someone else.
And they say everyone has a purpose,
But I’m not here to rebuild, or for something with you,
or him or her or anybody else.
I am damaged, and burned, and burning still.
Like a sponge left out in the sun,
My brain needs to be Hydrated, its hated, We’re medically mutated.
Always rising in the back head.
So many bitter feeling, most better left unsaid.
A cracked memory, cut yourself open with that shards.
Put yourself together now, but still left with a scar.
Too much reminds me of how it use to be.
And too many things are telling me that I’m the thief.
You said I’d find it all, along with a happy ending.
But that’s not how it seems right now.
Just please don’t forget to remind me.
I can be the one that can save you.
I can take away all this pain.
But it’s much more fun to see you suffer. You generate all this hate.
I’m not going to save you.
You’re not going to see.
I’m not going to save you.
The world has always been against me.
Against me.
They’ll put us out like cigarettes, burn smiles on our faces.
Lung cancer medicine will infect all the precious spaces.
10 callous covered fingers, a callous covered heart, 1 corrupted brain, you’d leave if you were smart, because
I’m not going to save you.
You’re not going to see.
I’m not going to save you.
The world has always been against me.
Too fucking far away.
Too fucking far away.
Everything I love if just too fucking far away.
The LCD screen can create emotions greater than my most meaningful encounters.
Mostly negative, but I’m in Love when I talk to you with our 1,000 hours.
Too much is never enough, our Love burns away all the horrid stuff.
Without you my life would be cold and blue, and empty, without you. I am so happy to have you.
The front panel moves forward.
Time and caution signs are all I fear, but I know I’m safe with you.
This ring is becoming a part of me, and it is welcome, no love for others can help them.
Just you and I, with a strong, warm embrace, I can’t wait to finally kiss your face.
The distance won’t last forever, but the Love will, lets have our ashes burned together….forever.
With bloody eyes on the floor we are blinded from the oceans of red, hope every human is dead, I am deaf and I can’t see or talk or taste a fucking thing, just to get away from this disgusting fucking scene.
A world, this world. my life is an error screen. My hardware is dead, but I’m alive, I wish I was dumb enough for suicide.
Being lost is where I am found, I never can hear another sound, I use to sit and constantly cry, but I cannot do that without any eyes.
This world is based off of primitive themes and fueled by stupidity; I am useless, filled with hopeless insanity.
There are times when I hate everything, there are times when I love almost everything, there are times when I am extremely confused and question everything that I know, sadly the first and third happen way more frequently the the second. Right now I’m extremely confused, I wounder how many people I talk to and interact with that I don’t truly know, and never will. I’ll never know what their real intentions and emotions are. I certainly don’t talk about all my emotions in conversations. I bet there are many people that if I didn’t just cast them off for their stupid trivial actions that I’d actually like in a way.
I wounder if my best friends are people that truly disgust me at their core, I know that sometimes I am revolted by some of my views and thoughts on the world, and it’s very hard for me to connect with people or get any real feelings, nothing much ever seems to shock or phase me. I have to sit here and wounder if I’m the crazy one or if it’s the world. If there is just something wrong with the people that I come into contact with.
Caring, it is a thing that barely has a meaning to me at this point in my life. The closest things to me just seem to hold almost no value or significance. Especially people. If all my friends died I wouldn’t feel much sadness. I’d just shrug it off and move on. I don’t know if there is a possible solution to this or if I’m just stuck in this apathetic, confused body that will just continue to wounder this world with no meaning until the day that I just fade away into nothing, gone forever.
As she stood with her head to the wall she said “Wait”
I had the pistol in my hand, I tried, but it was too…late.
My red suit was once white, I’ll take a passenger home with me tonight.
At my home, we’re now one out of two, and part of me in inside you.
Outside the ground is wet, disposing you I will not regret.
And now I can finally get sleep at night.
I always tried my best
And I always will.
Tonight wasn’t my best.
But what’s better than a kill?
*click, dig, duct, tape*
I can make something on my own. You never understood the concept, it’s beyond what you can comprehend. A horrid mixture of what’s happening and where it will end. The flaws, her flaws, so grotesque and vacant.
I just can’t get it out of me. It’s blocking all feeling.
They said that this would go away, I cannot agree with that they have to say.
After everything, after everything. All I want is for you to stay.
You promised never to leave. That promise is still strong. But what has happened to me, everything just seems so wrong.
Always wanted to know what it feels like, well now you do.
Tainted and decaying underneath the skin. Memories of everything that was and could have been.
Whisper my name and promise me things will never change, that they will always stay the same. Why are you still holding on to these memories?
When you’ve lost yourself in all your hurt, remember all the things that you should have never said. Are you still holding on to these memories?
The weather outside will not change the feelings I have inside.
Opposing opposites into similar synonyms.
All these people are afraid of the bitter simplicity
But all I can say is that they revolt me.
They all sit around filling themselves with disease, and all these chemicals that will never get inside of me.
All the words that I say and they will never understand.
All the words they say and they really do not have a plan.
Everything around becomes a bit more meaningless
All the shit around and everyone is hating it.
All the people around and I just feel like killing them.
When I make them hurt they try to cry and act surprised.
But everything said to me has always been a lie.
You are afraid of your own bitter simplicity,
All this stupidity is starting to kill me.
Nobody in the world will ever understand, but in all honestly there is no tangible plan.
