I focus on what was
I hear the echos within
The hatred
The sadness
You are so fucking far away sometimes
I say things that you never hear
Why?
You are hooked into the fucking matrix
I'm tired of it
When I say something there is always some sort of "reason" why I'm wrong
Or why it's stupid, or lame...
I can't think of a positive thing that has come out of your mouth
Other than the belittling tone of your stupid voice
put that in your pipe and smoke it bitch
I can't be myself around you
I don't know if I ever could be myself around you
When I speak it's as if I'm dead inside
I have no passion left
I have nothing left
The only thing I ever had was my passion
The only thing any of us ever has is life
I won't waste any more of my time
When you finally can accept me
I just hope it's not past the "end"
I loved you
I loved all of you, even the dark secret parts
The parts that hurt me over and over
The parts that I said nothing about
The parts that make me want to die
I don't want to relive these memories in my head
I don't want to remember
I want to erase you
I still love you and I've never understood
you don't love me the way I love you
Perhaps it's all just fear
Fear of being alone and having no one to share my life with
I'm already alone, already dead inside
so why bother?
so closed-minded
you can't see
do you even hear?
angels deserve to die