SITS IN CORNER FACING THE WAL
I suck Thank fuck for great things I can sit with
Weird is better than all them other fuckrrs who aren't you
ppl with fewer feelings and nothing In common get married all the time
At any other point in history I wouldve been dead for years
i was panicking that i was forgetting what you look like
i was panicking that i was forgetting what you look like
no food starve die die u bastard
keep thinking I should do something but nah
I hate myself But all my demons are my own
People pour their own desire into what they don’t know or see or something
I tell the truth against my nature or with you the daylight sneaks in
My mind destroys worlds Have some
arse piece *giggle*
SITS IN CORNER FACING THE WAL
silently screaming and contorting myself into awful shapes
Far far away In non-artist land
My only talent is for dreamless sleep As we dig deeper into The hated months
I’m ravenously feasting on bread. It’s expensive and bloatingly decadent
silently screaming and contorting myself into awful shapes
I only want your vision Not some useless other idea of you
My heart is broken A muscle malfunctioning Not fit for purpose
no food starve die die u bastard
My mind destroys worlds Have some