living for today®retting yesterday.
im sick. make me soup.
i feel like crap. on top of that
i feel like shit.
some people are just making it worse
but w.e people can say what they want right.
valentines day is coming uup.
emily is my valentinee.
i <3 my kiteflyer
#1 in negroville :)
ps. im in love ♥
You have never been in love,
Until you have seen the stars reflect in the reservoirs
And you have never been in love,
Until you have seen the dawn rise, behind the home for the blind.
We are the pretty, petty thieves,
And you're standing on our streets,
where Hector was the first of the gang with a gun in his hand
And the first to do time, the first of the gang to die. Oh my.
You have never been in love, Until you've seen the sunlight thrown,
Over smashed human bones.
i feel like i’ve left so many things unsaid and undone.
but everytime i open my mouth,
the words don’t come out the way i want them to.
i speak more of what people want to hear than what i really feel.
how do u tell all these crying people
that everythings gonna be OK
and it wasnt all that bad.....
Small, simple, safe price.
Rise the wake and carry me with all of my regrets.
This is not a small cut that scabs, and dries, and flakes, and heals.
And I am not afraid to die.
I'm not afraid to bleed, and fuck, and fight.
I want the pain of payment.
What's left, but a section of pigmy size cuts.
And make mark leaving space for the guilt to be liquid.
To fill, and spill over, and under my thoughts.
My sad, sorry, selfish cry out to the cutter.
I'm cutting trying to picture your black broken heart.
Love is not like anything.
Especially a fucking knife.
i feel like crap. on top of that
i feel like shit.
some people are just making it worse
but w.e people can say what they want right.
valentines day is coming uup.
emily is my valentinee.
i <3 my kiteflyer
#1 in negroville :)
ps. im in love ♥
You have never been in love,
Until you have seen the stars reflect in the reservoirs
And you have never been in love,
Until you have seen the dawn rise, behind the home for the blind.
We are the pretty, petty thieves,
And you're standing on our streets,
where Hector was the first of the gang with a gun in his hand
And the first to do time, the first of the gang to die. Oh my.
You have never been in love, Until you've seen the sunlight thrown,
Over smashed human bones.
i feel like i’ve left so many things unsaid and undone.
but everytime i open my mouth,
the words don’t come out the way i want them to.
i speak more of what people want to hear than what i really feel.
how do u tell all these crying people
that everythings gonna be OK
and it wasnt all that bad.....
Small, simple, safe price.
Rise the wake and carry me with all of my regrets.
This is not a small cut that scabs, and dries, and flakes, and heals.
And I am not afraid to die.
I'm not afraid to bleed, and fuck, and fight.
I want the pain of payment.
What's left, but a section of pigmy size cuts.
And make mark leaving space for the guilt to be liquid.
To fill, and spill over, and under my thoughts.
My sad, sorry, selfish cry out to the cutter.
I'm cutting trying to picture your black broken heart.
Love is not like anything.
Especially a fucking knife.