tell me mama. when will i die?
Some words of advice. when trying to find the perfect word to describe the way you feel....don't look to your thesaurus.
Resilient.
Elastic.
Flexible.
Pliant.
Supple.
Stretchy.
Tractable.
Sad.
Biddable.
Docile.
Acquiescent.
Impressionable.
Compliant.
Obedient.
Submissive.
Agreeable.
Sinuous.
Agile.
Lithe.
Lissome.
Nimble.
Malleable.
Passive.
Meek.
Timid.
Broke.
Pinch me. Because i fear i have died and no one can even notice. Bouncing back is going to be the hell of me. My innards are rotting. Dieing from inside out. I am absolutely anything you want me to be. With a name. I crawl away. Retreating from my usual begging spot at your feet. Bloodied knees. I'm so fucking all for you. All for anything. And now. I hate myself for it. I won't be selfish. I hate myself from all these years of degrading everything. I've burnt out. Dulled.
fuck they've broke me
This place has really gone downhill. I never should have looked backstage. I never should have asked the magician how he did his tricks. Now. I've got it all figured out. And i can only play along. With the others.
Any potential i've ever had. Has just died.
I'm going to bury it in a box in my backyard.
And talk to it. When i feel nostalgic.
Resilient.
Elastic.
Flexible.
Pliant.
Supple.
Stretchy.
Tractable.
Sad.
Biddable.
Docile.
Acquiescent.
Impressionable.
Compliant.
Obedient.
Submissive.
Agreeable.
Sinuous.
Agile.
Lithe.
Lissome.
Nimble.
Malleable.
Passive.
Meek.
Timid.
Broke.
Pinch me. Because i fear i have died and no one can even notice. Bouncing back is going to be the hell of me. My innards are rotting. Dieing from inside out. I am absolutely anything you want me to be. With a name. I crawl away. Retreating from my usual begging spot at your feet. Bloodied knees. I'm so fucking all for you. All for anything. And now. I hate myself for it. I won't be selfish. I hate myself from all these years of degrading everything. I've burnt out. Dulled.
fuck they've broke me
This place has really gone downhill. I never should have looked backstage. I never should have asked the magician how he did his tricks. Now. I've got it all figured out. And i can only play along. With the others.
Any potential i've ever had. Has just died.
I'm going to bury it in a box in my backyard.
And talk to it. When i feel nostalgic.