This is a new religion to meI'm a VCR funeral, a dead memory waste
Saturday, March 19, 2011
Saturday, March 12, 2011
Down the burning ropes. Past the places where the steal beams meet concrete skies. You make your bed under the moonlight. I think it's time we said goodbye.
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Thursday, March 3, 2011
Look at yourself. What are you? Why are you treating me like this? Look at yourself. Why can't I be friends with them, and why do you blame me for your troubles? Look at yourself, you're dirty and this mess you have created has ruined a lot of who I am, who I thought I was. Why did you do this to me? I don't understand why you want to hurt me. I've been trying to help, but I believe I have drowned in my own troubles nevermind yours. I was finally pulling myself together. I was done regretting my mistakes, I was done mourning, I was ready to be a new kind of human. Look at yourself. Do you feel beautiful inside? Or do you feel like the person who is hurting the people you love the most or maybe you've stopped loving them?