The water beads Of sweat Are slowly racing towards my spine, The room is bright and moist, My sheets are suffocating pillows Taking play in my melting demise, The weather is making me nonchalant And I can hardly reach the cool breeze
Black -heart guilt And white lies
Text,call, Ring ring-click click, Cry and spill, Write and feel, But what’s the use of venting When no one truly cares, “they’re your problems,girl Figure it out on your own My nap is more important than your tears, Someone else’s story is better than your fears” So you sit alone, Thinking the pros and cons of your lovers soul, Is it worth it? Is it fake? Everyone...
Why not just vent to everyone?
Yeah I’m unhappy with where I am at in my life and yes I feel a little lost but what makes me feel like I can do it, that I shouldn’t give up or be down so fast and easily when things go bad, is you. Because you don’t freak out on me for being jobless or car less or not passing my GED. you don’t throw my mistakes and failures in my face. You don’t Use my past against...
Fuck everyone. Everyone.