f.

if u understand, i pity u

I’ve been trying
desperately but truthfully
but It’s being held from me
the comfortable part of insanity

“One last desperate plea..”

Love lost It’s perks
now reality hits
with that big sucker-punch
called ‘her’ or ‘his’

I’m being held above the burning candle
slowly melting, fading away
my best parts are becoming one with the worst
and my heart still wants you the same

they feed me with the thought that it’s okay to feel like garbage
but i know that my mind speaks in a whole different language
and.. you know..
sometimes it’s good to feel nothing
going through the day numb
and avoid the idea of loving

fuck their world man, they’re cutting of my creativity
their only concern is their job’s longevity

It hurts like hell to not know what you feel
and yet
be scared of what you have to disappear