SITS IN CORNER FACING THE WAL
People pour their own desire into what they don’t know or see or something
I hate myself But all my demons are my own
I’m gonna pout and float all in space
No drama Except the shit I have in my head
silently screaming and contorting myself into awful shapes
I'm not a monster I am a monster
Poking wounds with rusty spoons
waking life is one long apology I am truly sorry
No drama Except the shit I have in my head
Need my monk prison death sentence haircut back
Garden of ugh
I give too many fucks I’m a careless fuck giver A promiscuous worrier
I suck Thank fuck for great things I can sit with
Everything dusty Springfield or dusty bin
ppl with fewer feelings and nothing In common get married all the time
Need my monk prison death sentence haircut back
I’m tired and I’ll forget but damn. Shit is fuckedup
all the beauty I’m not and the intimacy I’m not having It’s a full time job
silently screaming and contorting myself into awful shapes
keep thinking I should do something but nah
My heart is broken A muscle malfunctioning Not fit for purpose
I hate myself But all my demons are my own
selfish spiteful mornings and suffocating silent nights