Not a poem...i just wrote funny

[shadowivebecome]

Some times you have to take a step back 
and curl down into yourself in the corner of your bed and ask. what pain is worth the time, 
and what should you walk away from. 
and i think i did that in my sleep last night some how.

and i know theres pain on its way to me.
and theres a good chunk of it i can probably avoid.
But ive decided to stand here and wait for itto barle down on me.
because its going to be for the best in the end.
for everyone.   im gunna look strait up at it and see it coming but ignore it.
and then when it gets here. imgoing to laugh wile the tears are in my eyes

i know what part of it is going to be,
and the other part ill just have to wait and see.
but iether way. the part i know of...i know i can stop, 
but iether  way it will cause pain for myself and others 
maybe even to the same degree. 
so its not worth doing anything about.

is gunna be like way back when
 but substance becomes HER
 And im still where i was that one time.
 And no one gets that paragraph, no one.

lonlyness is a sickening desiese

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"Mom, you arent aloud to have Jim stay the night anymore...im sick of your fucking lies" 
^soon to come.^