I pray for something to pull this thorn out of my side, my ribcage doesn't protect anything anymore, I'm wearing it on the outside now and kisses and cuts are more like trophies and medals.
Wishes and kisses mean more than they produce... I could live forever dead for you.
For the rest of eternity there's nothing else I need.
You're all I need- everyone says it to everyone else.
I mean it when I say it to you.
I'll close my eyes and play pretend that you're right next to me, and you totally agree. You're right here smiling along with me knowing exactly how much this means to me until I open my eyes.
Until I wake up nothing else matters. Not school, not family, not work or friends.
Until The seams seem to rip, the words will lace my heart like necter.
It's a dream that I love and embrace. It's a fantasy that I try to live out.
What I love most about myself I hate just as much.
Holding out on thoughts and phrases that shouldn't even ever cross my mind.
I'll cross my heart and eyes.
Everything is delete delete delete. I can't stick with anything I write.
It's not good enough, or it's not honest, or I am afraid you'll misinterpret it.
What am I thinking, what am I feeling? I can't write like I could, but I could never not say that. I am honestly at a loss here.
Just take it as it comes.
Let it flow.
Everything is a circle and I can't stand the runnaround. I'll make my own path and if I'm going alone than I guess I'm going alone.
I am repeating myself in too many ways. My patterns kill me in different ways every time.
Strangers and lovers and people who think they care but really don't. I know this won't appeal to everyone.
I can't live up to everyone's expectations because I set mine too high.
To bad that words can't describe how I feel, and nothing is as important as this is to me. If I died right now would I be dying in vain? Did I spell that word right?
Words are just words and I am such a sucker for them. I am such a fool for you.
I am such a fool for you. |
Submission Name: Goodbye sweet summer suicides
