oh my god im lame what happened
there is no one left to complete my sentences
i feel like attempts are always made in vein.
i hate leftovers, espcially shitty ones like honesty, disgust, and pain.
im sure you know them too.
they were never very good friends to me, but maybe theyll be kinder to you..
much like my sentences, my life seems incomplete,
i walk in circles, i circle the bed ive forgotten how to define sleep.
habits form from second nature, but what comes of failing to remember your first?
mood swing, crying fit, sudden emotions seem to be the worst.
i could introduce you to them if you'd like..
but even worse then being mean those tragic synonyms keep me up all night.
its an army of losing words, i tried hard to steady my pen.
the paper was soaked with tears, and it was there i saw my biggest fears again.
i wrote them repeatedly, alphabetically, and backwards.
the words you and me just never really look right seperated.
i feel like attempts are always made in vein.
i hate leftovers, espcially shitty ones like honesty, disgust, and pain.
im sure you know them too.
they were never very good friends to me, but maybe theyll be kinder to you..
much like my sentences, my life seems incomplete,
i walk in circles, i circle the bed ive forgotten how to define sleep.
habits form from second nature, but what comes of failing to remember your first?
mood swing, crying fit, sudden emotions seem to be the worst.
i could introduce you to them if you'd like..
but even worse then being mean those tragic synonyms keep me up all night.
its an army of losing words, i tried hard to steady my pen.
the paper was soaked with tears, and it was there i saw my biggest fears again.
i wrote them repeatedly, alphabetically, and backwards.
the words you and me just never really look right seperated.