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    by  • November 19, 2011 • * Safe for Work *, Waxing Poetic • 0 Comments

    i hate you i hate you i hate you i hate you
    and i hate me
    i’m not original or special or whatever
    as much as i’d like to be
    i’m just like every single one of these stupid people that posts on this website
    oh listen to me and my silly problems with my life
    while i ramble
    incessantly
    about things that DON’T matter
    like how i wish you’d call me because you want to
    or how i wish i could
    stop crying
    stop thinking
    stop
    everything
    i want to stop
    wishing
    wishing you were different
    wishing i was different
    wishing we weren’t dating
    but i’d be alone
    and we can’t have that, can we?
    but you don’t even care about me
    look
    i’m trying to be so obvious
    with my subliminal messages
    I’M HURT. HELP.
    just want me, please
    but instead i cover the hurt
    with sex,
    searching searching always searching
    for that key
    that feeling
    of love,
    of acceptance,
    of appreciation
    to feel pretty
    to feel desired
    instead of
    empty
    ugly
    bitter
    me.

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