Put a gun in my mouth...
And paint the walls with my brains.
My brain sure as hell isn't doing me any good right now anyways.
all he seems to be able to do is slowly wear away at the walls i put up,
around my heart, trying to poke a hole into the places i've cordoned off for my own good.
earlier, as i drifted off to sleep, that bastard decided to bring to mind one of the
worse memories i have locked away.
Just like that, my brain stabbed a massive hole in the wall, and out rushed all the angst.
Like blood pouring from a wound. Instant depression, made to order.
Only who the fuck ordered it, and why do they hate me so much?
whatever.
I got to get back to work building a wall.
Took me a good year or so to build the first.
Luckily all I have to do this time is fix a few hot spots.
Should be another year.
Stupid unionized labor.
My brain sure as hell isn't doing me any good right now anyways.
all he seems to be able to do is slowly wear away at the walls i put up,
around my heart, trying to poke a hole into the places i've cordoned off for my own good.
earlier, as i drifted off to sleep, that bastard decided to bring to mind one of the
worse memories i have locked away.
Just like that, my brain stabbed a massive hole in the wall, and out rushed all the angst.
Like blood pouring from a wound. Instant depression, made to order.
Only who the fuck ordered it, and why do they hate me so much?
whatever.
I got to get back to work building a wall.
Took me a good year or so to build the first.
Luckily all I have to do this time is fix a few hot spots.
Should be another year.
Stupid unionized labor.