

Break Your FingersSnap your fingers and make everything better. This lump in my throat, this twisted knot in my stomach, Won’t go away. No matter what I seem to do its still there Getting worse and worse and worse. All I want, all I think I need, I can, I will, never have. I don’t know what I did to you So I don’t know how to fix it. And it seems like im doing all I can, Just to make it worse When I all I wish is that I could have you once more. And its childish, foolish, hopeless wishing But it’s all I have left. I want you to be my cure-all pill again But even if you woBreak Your Fingers


PatheticThe line “I Felt Like Destroying Something Beautiful” written on my bathroom mirror in sharpie once againPathetic
And looking back at me is nothingness
So I just stare back at the sharpie spoken words waiting to see anything
I haven’t felt beautiful since you left me
And left me I wish you did
Then you could have taken all the memories of us with you
Days like these I wish that I could just take all of them and throw them into a box
Either putting them away, tossing them, or giving them back to you
It really doesn’t matter as long as they’re gone f


Press 7//to erase this message press 7; to save this message press 9//Press 7
Push of one button and I'm still not letting go. How hard could it really be to just delete one of the sweetest //Hey Hun,// messages I’ve gotten from him //I'm just calling to tell you I love you// from a time so long ago.
When we were out this weekend I was hoping That you would delete it for me, But I didn’t ask you and you didn’t offer.
And no matter how cold I am to you, And how much you hurt me, I can't get away from you
In twenty one days even if we never t


A Continous Work In ProgressWhen I was little things were just so much better. The expression “ignorance is bliss” has never ran truer. I have never been an ignorant or unintelligent child. I don’t know if my parents raised me to be smart I just have been. It might just be my natural curiosity. Tried to squelch it, but it’s never seemed too happed. I have always just felt this need to know. And I can’t stop knowing or wanting. The more I know the more I want to. The whole consequence of this though is that the more I know the more I know and the more miserable I become. I can just hide away under my covers and pretend that all the unfortunate occurrences that take placeA Continous Work In Progress
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Needing to have that last word is seeming to be a bad trait, it pisses people off. But then again isnt that the idea?
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You are not responsible for anyone's happiness but your own.
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I believe that lovers should be draped in flowers
And laid entwined together on a bed of clovers
Left there to sleep
Left there to dream of their happiness</3
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Needing to have that last word is seeming to be a bad trait, it pisses people off. But then again isnt that the idea?
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*The moon was waning, almost out of sight.
Softly Ocean Gypsy calls.
Silence holds the stars a while*
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I gave you these roses
But I left in the thorns
I'd rather hurt someone than hurt myself
I'll dispose of you like a lighter out of fuel
I'll lose you on a dusty shelf
~Sense Fail: Choke On This
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