Apparently, I'm "insane"
Every time I see a picture of her, or even think about her, my heart simultaneously surmounts the heavens and plummets to the fires beneath.
I can never have her. She's too pretty. She's too smart. She's too in-shape. She's too popular. She's too cool.
She's too beautiful.
I know how you feel.
I know how you feel when you cry over them.
I know how you feel when you can't understand how all roads can leam to them, and yet you are barred further passage.
I know how you feel when every fibre of your being longs to be in their presence.
I know how you feel.
I just wanted you to know that.
It's the inevitability that pains me the most.
It's knowing, being a shadow of a doubt, with ever shred of your existence, that you will never
feel her
smell her
taste her
hold her
kiss her
as surely as you know that your father will never burst through the door, laughing and with a candy bar in his pocket just for you.
as surely as you know that you will never be able to relive your childhood, forging a new identity and never fearing your peers.
as surely as you know that your cat will never again come bounding across the floor, leaping onto the couch and sitting in your lap.
as surely as you know that you know that your "friends" will leave you far beyond, rolling their eyes and forgetting your birthday.
as surely as you know that you understand that your will never amount to anything in your life, wasting away and dying.
What is it like?
What is it like, to be happy all the time?
What is it like, to be happy at all?
What is it like, to be happy?
What is it like?
The alcohol. It does not help me.
Perhaps I need more.
Am I doomed to suffer for Ever and Eternity?
SUFFER THE UNCLEAN, FOR THEY SHALL BURN.
I can never have her. She's too pretty. She's too smart. She's too in-shape. She's too popular. She's too cool.
She's too beautiful.
I know how you feel.
I know how you feel when you cry over them.
I know how you feel when you can't understand how all roads can leam to them, and yet you are barred further passage.
I know how you feel when every fibre of your being longs to be in their presence.
I know how you feel.
I just wanted you to know that.
It's the inevitability that pains me the most.
It's knowing, being a shadow of a doubt, with ever shred of your existence, that you will never
feel her
smell her
taste her
hold her
kiss her
as surely as you know that your father will never burst through the door, laughing and with a candy bar in his pocket just for you.
as surely as you know that you will never be able to relive your childhood, forging a new identity and never fearing your peers.
as surely as you know that your cat will never again come bounding across the floor, leaping onto the couch and sitting in your lap.
as surely as you know that you know that your "friends" will leave you far beyond, rolling their eyes and forgetting your birthday.
as surely as you know that you understand that your will never amount to anything in your life, wasting away and dying.
What is it like?
What is it like, to be happy all the time?
What is it like, to be happy at all?
What is it like, to be happy?
What is it like?
The alcohol. It does not help me.
Perhaps I need more.
Am I doomed to suffer for Ever and Eternity?
SUFFER THE UNCLEAN, FOR THEY SHALL BURN.