Thursday, 29 November 2007

I thought that you needed me more.

I feel broken,
Fuck you and your fucking friends.
You would ditch me in a fucking breath,
Wouldn’t you?
Well you fucking did that to me today didn’t you.
You fucking ditched me.
Fucking bitch.
Well next time you can’t be fucking bothered,
I wont be bothered either.
You know I should have learned the millionth time round.
I’m done with friends.
They’ll only ever leave you.
Done with meeting new people.
“These friends are, new friends are golden”
Your fucking WRONG
WRONG WRONG WRONG WRONG
There not fucking golden.
There as fake as fucking yellow paint.
Standing in moonlight but black on in the inside.
I’ve given you a part of myself.
Time and energy
And you don’t give a shit do you.
You don’t care.
You don’t get it.
Oh I hate you.
I hate you.
I hate you.
I hate me.
I fucking hate how you fucking make me laugh.
And still I fucking cling.
Because I can’t stand to be alone,
And I do stupid things by myself.
In Between Days make me feel like I’m alone.
I don’t want to live here.
Shit I wish I lived anywhere but here.
Why am I do I feel like I am constantly just counting down the days
Until I am no longer a social suicide.
That’s all I am.
Remember that next time you walk down the street with me.
Maybe I am nothing.
Maybe I’ll be remembered for nothing.
I hope I’m remembered for being nothing.
Because that is all I am.
Drink down the gin and kerosene.
And then set myself on fire.
I still have a “disease”
Your all the fucking same.


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