|some extra thoughts
||[May. 18th, 2005|12:04 am]
|||||still listening to taking back sunday (cute w/o the e- acc.)||]|
my new poem; i like, judge all you want.
as i hold the razor
my head is flooded
and i cant even think straight
or cut straight for that matter
fuck it, and fuck you too
i can hurt myself,
way better than you ever could.
you could call, but you wont. i could die, and i hope i do.
- ps the worst you can deal out is, way nicer than i tell myself -
and i just wanted to tell you the truth. and see it leaves us in the same place, when you even dare to get critisized. so w/e if this is it. it is it. i cant believe that you couldnt handle hearing how i felt. and after all of this, it was you ditching me and you getting mad at me for being upset that ruins it all.