I watch the rain make marks that look like cuts made with a knife on the window as the train slowly
goes one by.
I was failed today, by so many people and it hurts to even breath.
Ignored for a whole 2 hours by someone who's supposed to be appreciative in all this shit that I'm doing, even though I'm a nervous wreck...and believe when I say I will let you down.
My bodies dying on my, in many ways and my eyes fail to stop searching for "him" in a crowd.
MY worst fears are confirmed...and I can't stop "her" from feeling this pain she brought herself to.
I can't tell her, "guess what? Your friends don't like you because you can be a selfish bratty bitch who "fucking talks too much crap," so they say."
And I can't no matter what I try, I just can't already put her through hell.
I'm not independent, nor am I dependent...I'm just nothing, either way you have to be something, so I think I defy the laws of logic.
MY camera is my friend, I want to jump of a bridge and take a picture of the view as I fall.
But then if the camera broke and the film got exposed the crime investigators wouldn't be able to develop them and see what I saw while I fell to my death.
And that would be sad...because I want people to see my misery, because I want them to understand that I never wanted to live...
It brings tears to my eyes to think this. But it's the truth, and the truth never failed to hurt.
I was failed today, by so many people and it hurts to even breath.
Ignored for a whole 2 hours by someone who's supposed to be appreciative in all this shit that I'm doing, even though I'm a nervous wreck...and believe when I say I will let you down.
My bodies dying on my, in many ways and my eyes fail to stop searching for "him" in a crowd.
MY worst fears are confirmed...and I can't stop "her" from feeling this pain she brought herself to.
I can't tell her, "guess what? Your friends don't like you because you can be a selfish bratty bitch who "fucking talks too much crap," so they say."
And I can't no matter what I try, I just can't already put her through hell.
I'm not independent, nor am I dependent...I'm just nothing, either way you have to be something, so I think I defy the laws of logic.
MY camera is my friend, I want to jump of a bridge and take a picture of the view as I fall.
But then if the camera broke and the film got exposed the crime investigators wouldn't be able to develop them and see what I saw while I fell to my death.
And that would be sad...because I want people to see my misery, because I want them to understand that I never wanted to live...
It brings tears to my eyes to think this. But it's the truth, and the truth never failed to hurt.