letmevent
I'm going to ride life on the throttle,
No more clutching for a liqueur bottle,
I'm not a lost child, no need to coddle,
I'll be the upgrade, the brand new model.
This mixture has created nothing but confusion.
How am I supposed to feel? I have the hate from living with a stranger, and the regret from not caring when they took their own life. Do I care? Am I supposed to?
What’s right, and what’s wrong? They never cared for me, do I care for them?
I see you.
You're alone, disconnected from the rest of us.
I feel the distance between us.
How are you feeling? I want to know.
Are you hurting, like I have before?
Should I talk to you? Can I help? I want to help.
Let me be the one to save you. If I don't, will somebody else?
They've never been there before. I've been where you are. Hiding it all.
I can relate to how you feel. Not exactly, but in my own way.
Please don't leave this world, mysterious stranger.
I've found there are people who care, and relate. You just have to open up and find us. We're here for you.. waiting.
Again, you've mislead me.
Again, this agitation has grown too much for me to bear.
My trust for you is broken.
I'm done.
I've let you make too many mistakes.
Too many times that I've heard "I'm sorry."
I'm sick of you pressing on my mind, but my mind keeps pressing towards you.
When can we reach the end?
"There's a place called ocean avenue, where I used to sit and talk with you. We were both sixteen and it felt so right. sleeping all day, staying up all night."
Let's hope that what we have now lasts forever. It's the best I've ever had. You're all I've got.
Don't you dare. One more time, and I swear you'll be ended. Whether or not I like her, she's my mom. One more time, one more bruise, and your life is over. I promise you that much.
Silky, milky, soft to the touch
The smell of your hair, I miss it so much
As I sit here alone, dried up like the cotton
You're on with your new one, I'm forever forgotten
Sinking. Like that harsh sudden drop in your chest when you realize it was all your fault. When you lose all hope of anything being good again because it was your fault. This is your guilt to hold. Your actions caused this. You'll never forgive yourself. You're at fault. Good job.
I'm Sinking.