Really sick of this shit, dreaming isn’t even safe why in the hell do I feel like this
Perhaps she’s too focused on her goals to realize that love could be knocking on her door, or she’s so comfortable with being in control that the thought of surrendering even a little bit to someone else makes her uneasy. There’s also a chance that, despite her outward confidence and undeniable potential for success, she’s extremely insecure.
I just want to find that place, situation where life draws a curtain, and spotlights the main point, but I feel I’m blinded by a weight that I carry, which isn’t mine in the first place, I stay drawn to my conclusion of insecurity, so I don’t drown in people, I’ll stay here in front of my path but unaware of the direction because I’ve been made unsure if everything, waiting for this summer to draw a close, hopefully the cold will shake these bones and I’ll move into a better home.
Shrouded around, the call to all the silent sleeping, couldn’t have been forward, taken upon your feet a path that I left behind, reflecting my past and you chose to walk it down, yet forced me to stray, direction you gave but you chose to be that snake among the grass, knowing the heart strings to play, defile the cavity inside, spill your blackened words into the air, and let the lambs breathe it in, cryptic in prose, I’m glad you gained a foot hold upon my throat, but I don’t believe you have ascended high enough, snap my vertebrate to gain the ground you have lost, I can give what is left so you remain golden in the eyes of your vanity, impressive standings of moral direction pushing for that twisted since, backwards your process and contradictory your actions, claim a view of respect for a temple, but shown upon eyes for everyone to see a dunce, how long will your ignorance toward the views you preach continue, let those still frame pictures be your reminder of a blind eye.
Your silence betrays the promises you made
I will fucking burn down, embers to bow, rip out my infectious state and bring upon a selfless stained vessel, rape my being and leave me with nothing, butterfly to cause a tsunami, things left unsaid, emergency room to be a coffin, a mirror for vanity, hell sounds better than this life, ripped away.
And while your standing there staring at yourself in the mirror and viewing those pictures, I hope you realize you are more in love with your self than anything else, I guess I’m the downfall product of your vanity.
Yeah totally just swing by so I can remember what it was I couldn’t be good enough for or wasn’t what was wanted, that totally just makes my day. Like if you really needed to talk then talk, I don’t want or need explanations from you. Like general concern aside why are you wasting your time, go find whatever it is you are looking for or whatever it is that’s going to make you happy bc it’s not going to be me
Concrete stationary, several tongues behind gnarled teeth, flip the breaker, save my self, this new dawns maker, bring it back to draw my figure, true intentions left my spine, I’ll be here holding still for all of time.
You think I care for all these phony pleasantries
When I want nothing to do with, I want nothing to do with your life