And how could you ever, really?
A long pause, followed by a breif moment of quiet.
A deep breath, leading to a shallow heart beat.
Words written without a purpose.
Thoughts stolen which have no place to go.
You're still there, despite how much I don't want you do be.
However, I do not feel as though this feeling is reciprocal.
We wait in our respective hells, destined for anything.
Life is funny in the sense that the easiest things are the most difficult to procure.
I could live life as a sociopathic narcissist, but where's the fun in that?
Realisism is much more realistic.
Pessimism is much more sadistic.
My flaws are worn on my sleeves, for the world to see.
For the world to judge, before they know me.
But you don't know me.
A deep breath, leading to a shallow heart beat.
Words written without a purpose.
Thoughts stolen which have no place to go.
You're still there, despite how much I don't want you do be.
However, I do not feel as though this feeling is reciprocal.
We wait in our respective hells, destined for anything.
Life is funny in the sense that the easiest things are the most difficult to procure.
I could live life as a sociopathic narcissist, but where's the fun in that?
Realisism is much more realistic.
Pessimism is much more sadistic.
My flaws are worn on my sleeves, for the world to see.
For the world to judge, before they know me.
But you don't know me.