People know me for almost always having a blade on me. What people don't realize is that I give them the knife so often. I give out knives and then open up my chest and yell stab me and then I manage to impale myself whether they help or not. I'm so sick of me. If only I were brave enough to tell somebody how I actually felt and just get it off of me. As is I doubt I'll see them again. Good job Bourne. You're a real winner. Now you get to bask in more mistakes, to have more wonderful memories to beat yourself up about. Just quit. I just needed someone to talk to You were just too busy with yourself You were never there for me to Express how I felt I just stuffed it down Now I'm older and I feel like I could let some of this anger fade But it seems the surface I am scratching Is the bed that I have made
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