Joke me something awful just like kisses on the necks of "best friends"
We're the kids who feel like dead ends
And I want to be known for my hits, not just my misses
I took a shot and didn't even come close
At trust and love and hope
And the poets are just kids who didn't make it
And never had it at all
Please put the doctor on the phone 'cause I'm not
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called emergency
and i can't drink this water, when so many are thirsty
but what does self pity do
in an emergency.
in a universe made up of arguements.
what is the point?
no one sees me at my weakest
no one sees me as i am
time here; all but means nothing
they keep me company
but they don't ask of me,
they don't say nothin at all
leave me be, i don't want to hug you
i just get confused and then come all undone.
cuz i don't remember what we're fighting for.
sleep has left me alone
its all i can do
to keep from falling
into old familiar shoes...
how stupid could i be?
i flaunt my aprons, speak up in class, pull in good grades and good scores. i live on this beautiful campus. but i have these days where i just want to break down. because all these voices don't seem to touch me, i have lost my communication. no, my connection with other people. its so incredibly freaky, and i don't know how to break out of it.
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