Is it them over me? Do you want them more? Am I nothing to you? I guess I’m just someone to talk to when no one is around
Tag: cold shoulder
Bleeding Hapiness
Into the the loving moon I look, peering into my own life, playing on fear and emotion. Tears stream openly as I weep like a child. Not out of my own selfish greed, but the good of mankind. I can’t continue on, there isn’t enough to live for anymore.
My Broken Pieces
I sit here tapping my fingers against the keyboard, not knowing what might escape from my mind. I scrape my plate of the worn scraps left over from last midnight’s feast. Then take a gulp of the ecstasy known in disproportion.
Fear
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