• to the one i love

    by  • August 23, 2010 • Confession, Grief, Love - Pure and Simple, Waxing Poetic • 0 Comments

    why do i try
    why do i try
    forced in this fukking situation
    were i cant…
    i cant out burst
    i cant be mad, cuz if i am
    ill break something and ill scream
    and cry and trap myself in my room
    just so i can be alone, when i ruin everything
    when i cry
    and i cant cut
    why, cuz i promised
    and that just makes me want to cry
    being put in this fukking circle
    what do i do with the anger and the hate
    my art, my music, me writing
    its nothing, and my razor, my walls
    its what i had to get rid of this feeling
    i want to…
    i dont know what i want to do
    sigh, well i do
    but i cant

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