I’m sorry problem, what seems to be the officer?
well jordan castro it looks like you hit the nail on the head there
Missing my dreams for a dollar,
killing myself for a place to stay,
Working for where I live,
but never living there.
How can I justify the things I do to myself?
How can you say that I am going to pull through?
When will we see that there’s nothing to say?
When will I decide to finally say goodbye?
I’m so miserable, I cannot sleep , but I’m too tired to think I want to cry and rip my own heart out. I want to OD on pills, but I just want to puke instead. Something end me now or make me whole I don’t really care, I just want to break down and cry. Kill me now or make me whole is all i ask, just fuck me over or bring me back. I’m crying in pain and joy in the same moment, I’m the contradictory, I am the disgusted, I’m the whole package at once. I don’t know where to go.
A glutton for punishment, I punish myself,
Crawling back for the other cheek,
so that I can feel alive.
I don’t stay for you, I stay for me.
I’d kill myself just to know that I was alive….
Please body get thin, please upper respiratory stop coughing, please eyes stop feeling like ur gonna burn outta my sockets!
how many times have I told you I still care?
how many times have I asked you to be fair?
I hold onto the things that mend at us,
but still you hold onto those wedging,
I hope that all will remain in the clear,
but I know deep down that there,
will never be complete closure….
going to get shit from my parents house. Exodus seems to be what I’m good at…..