a friend of mine found a poem i wrote or actually she looked over my shoulder while i wrote it and snatched it away from me after i was done then she wrote this for me:
blank, blank.
worse than a crowded corner or the strange times that may lay ahead because at least those things are something. most people only know the "blank, blank." blank lives, deadly habits, empty heads, nothing sex, meaningless conversation. all goes back to the "blank, blank." but don't tell them because they think it means SOMETHING, ANYTHING. then a bullet to the head... too bad that wasn't a blank.
she wrote it for me and about me andit hurts and helps at the same time.
why won't the pain go away. ithas been 18 months now since i started feeling like this. i need it tofeel better.
blank, blank.
worse than a crowded corner or the strange times that may lay ahead because at least those things are something. most people only know the "blank, blank." blank lives, deadly habits, empty heads, nothing sex, meaningless conversation. all goes back to the "blank, blank." but don't tell them because they think it means SOMETHING, ANYTHING. then a bullet to the head... too bad that wasn't a blank.
she wrote it for me and about me andit hurts and helps at the same time.
why won't the pain go away. ithas been 18 months now since i started feeling like this. i need it tofeel better.
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hopesfall:
so you may not have a favorite band but what type of music are you into
hopesfall:
thats cool. I wore my girlfriends nsync shirt to a Finch show and it got ruined so yeah