im so tired of you!
You, the one who tells me how to write, you are the one who tells me that time is an abundance i need to use wisely. You tell me i need organization, you tell me to analyze that one more time. Im tired of you, you do this and you do that. You is the most unintelligable word ever, because of you i hate. Hate is not something i want to confide with. You make me want to punch the kid that looks back at me as if i slurred something not adequate to his likings. Well hey fuck you beardo.
and in 5 minutes the melodrama must end, these fingers turn into keys of this slack that needs to be let go. I dont want to grab it, its gone too far for me to see where it drops. This distance has no context, i want my retina to expose things that are hidden on the outside, I dont want this life anymore. I dont want these faces on the wall of this hallway i run past, trip, fall, die. Can i see in the mirror, where i want to find the writings about me, they arent there.
and in 5 minutes the melodrama must end, these fingers turn into keys of this slack that needs to be let go. I dont want to grab it, its gone too far for me to see where it drops. This distance has no context, i want my retina to expose things that are hidden on the outside, I dont want this life anymore. I dont want these faces on the wall of this hallway i run past, trip, fall, die. Can i see in the mirror, where i want to find the writings about me, they arent there.