Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Reality is just a fucked up dream.
I count my steps in the morning as if to will my self not to walk out into the middle of traffic.
if i could get to the top of the water tower there is no way i'd get back down alive.
but then again i'd rather see you see me put a bullet right through the center of what I gave to you.
I'd rather you see all the things you've done to me.
I love you so much that I want to see you suffer.
I have someone waiting for me in the afterlife so do I look like I care?
brand me like i'm some kind of slave with your name sketched deep within my skin,
the only beauty i've ever been able to obtain has been the substance that rushes out of my aching heart.
"No, but everytime I look at you it hurts to breathe."
you have me questioning my sanity, maybe none of this is even real.
and if I die I'll just be waking up.
if someone is looking after me then why do I feel so alone?
The only one I hate more then you in this world is my self,
and if I had a gun to your head I can't say I wouldn't pull the trigger because I can see the way you look at her and its killing me.
He could never love you as much as I do.
But go ahead and let him try.

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