It's been quite a day,
quite a month,
quite a year.
"2013 is my year" I say
Oh boy,
fuck that, eyy.
I'll write a Uni paper
He'll play his Playstation
It's not that I mind the playstation thing,
he works hard.
But its me.
Sometimes I think "Damn, you're good at letting people have a good time"
And I feel good.
But sometimes I think
"Who does that for me?"
I spend all this time trying to make you smile
Trying to make sure everyones happy
But no one sees.
Why is it,
that no one is around when I am sad?
To pull me back up
and take away the bad?
The scars sit there
faint and blurred.
They burn a bit
when I remember why I wanted that hurt.
So take your fist
your gun and knife
take it through.
live your life.
1 comment:
Missing you mess x
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