You have to see what I write or else it doesn’t exist. Or else I don’t either. I was once asked what I would want, money or love, I told them I wanted neither. I just want acceptance. Every night of mental draining is followed by a morning of repentance. I write my hopes, my dreams, my desires. My God, I hope I don’t regret this. You have to read what I write or else it doesn’t exist. Or else I don’t either. I was once asked what I would want, money or love, I told them I wanted neither. I just want acceptance.
I’m thought leaping. Draining myself mentally in order to sleep while worries and dreams of the future seep. It is better to do this than weep. I die a million deaths without making a solitary peep. I’m thought leaping. One cobweb of self indulgence to the other. I’m self absorbed and influenced by squalor, don’t believe me? ask my mother. thought leaping lets me be who I want to be. it allows me to sleep freely and dream of what I would want to see. that’s all I want ultimately, to sleep and dream of what I want to see.
Jesus would’ve hated us in person. As we become more and more unstable and while our relationships worsen. I make up my own mind and don’t wanna hear your two cents. If you try to help or explain yourself, I start to resent. We’re all made in the image of God? He must be an ugly bastard.
We fall in love to be broken into a million pieces like leaves in the fall. I writhe inside and hopelessly crawl, tomorrow’s sun reminds me that life goes on for us all. Whether I feel better, or don’t even bother to feel at all. We fall in love to be broken into a million pieces like leaves in the fall.
you suffocate me. with your agonizing squalor although I miss it, I would do anything in this world to have you here with me. Self inflicted wounds just so you can kiss it. I make myself believe that in time, we will both find our way back to one another once again. until then I lie in this coffin of uncertainty, comforted by a thin padding of hope. I asked for the thousandth time if you loved me. Nope.
with zero responsibility, I am unequivocally dependent on you.
you’re bringing me into the planet, and even though you didn’t plan it, you are all I’ve got. I don’t need material items, no need for cheap toys, what I need most cannot be bought. And even though you and daddy fought, I need you and him to reconcile because its me that’s caught in the middle. Mommy, hear me out, just for a little. I’m the one you live for, now. The one you’d give up going out for, now. Just don’t let me down. That’s it, for now.