Tuesday, 5 May 2015

Giving up

There's two kinds of people
Some who give you up
And some who can say they tried
The others just get on their with their own lives,
While I tear my heart open
And then sew myself shut, 
The weakness being,
That I care too much
But my scars remind me,
My past is real
I tear my heart open
Just to feel
You tied this insane soul,
Bound him to a wall,
In his chest you bored a hole,
Tonight is his last stand.

Forgotten you have, an old friend.
Left without a, proper goodbye.
What's the last time,
You looked me in the eye?
The last time that you, spoke to me in real life?
But I tear my heart open
And then sew myself shut, 
The weakness being,
That I care too much
But my scars remind me,
My past is real
I tear my heart open
Just to feel
You tied this insane soul,
Bound him to a wall,
In his chest you bored a hole,
Tonight is his last stand.

Forgetting all this rhyming bullshit, I have two things to say- One, I'm not uploading my posts to indiblogger cause I'm infrequent and this writing is shit.
And you need feelings to write. Writing is expression.
Does this look like a man who has feelings?

Two, I feel really bad.
NOTHING I DO IS EVER RIGHT!
C'mon guys. And really, I have lost meaning.
I'm not making anybody else happy, neither am I happy myself, neither would anybody be happier seeing me alive.
Oops.
People have forgotten me. I'm not kidding. People I used to call best friends don't have the nerve to talk to me in class, but have enough to b**** behind my back.
Great. I don't mind. What I do is that you fake it all with me.
And there is one person indeed who has totally forgotten me.
Aah. No matter. After all, I have no right to speak to royalty, do I?
Talk to you when the air stops getting so thin up there, Blue.
Oops. Public name calling.

No, I'm not even gonna f***ing give a logout message
JustAnotheRandomGuy

 

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