Black Holes Are All That's Left
Boycott life. I’ll even give you the pills. What are you waiting for? I never did. Jump because everyone else did. Cry because everyone else did. The god we believe in who’s only there to tell you what’s wrong, because nothing will ever be right.
Put me down again just so you know my heart is broken. My ears hear you, but I can never speak for my mind. It speaks for itself, whether you like it or not. I know you don’t trust me, I know you don’t know the world. These car crashes aren’t my fault.
This is my train wreck obsession, always through the mirror. Self-mutilation for my art, art to mutilate myself to.
I like to think I’m stronger than myself. I’ve got the tearstains on your shirt to show for it. We’re all posers in a way, but you could be the worst if you wanted. Things have grown apart, and I’ll never be able to find the string to sew them back together.
Like the icicles hanging from your heart, we fly through the snow. Mourning like birds we fly. Standing on top of a post because the armies surround you on all three of the four sides. Tortured like birds we fly away from the skies and into these graves
This is my train wreck obsession, always through the mirror. Self-mutilation for my art, art to mutilate myself to.
I’m sorry I’m different from how you want me to be, but when they made me, you never gave them the mold. I’m the black sheep of the group that tells me “You belong.” But I never will, and I never have, and you never really wanted me to.
“Watch what you say” is all you said. But you only heard the profanity and you just kept on speaking. When will I learn that this is all I’ll ever be? Never, because I live in the mind of a writer. The words are what I mold to trust. I’m creating my world without you.
This is my train wreck obsession, always through the mirror. Self-mutilation for my art, art to mutilate myself to.
This is my train wreck obsession; so horrible I can’t stop the addiction. Self-mutilated to death because the ones that love me left.
comment? constructive criticism? I'd really apreciate your thoughts on this, good or bad
Put me down again just so you know my heart is broken. My ears hear you, but I can never speak for my mind. It speaks for itself, whether you like it or not. I know you don’t trust me, I know you don’t know the world. These car crashes aren’t my fault.
This is my train wreck obsession, always through the mirror. Self-mutilation for my art, art to mutilate myself to.
I like to think I’m stronger than myself. I’ve got the tearstains on your shirt to show for it. We’re all posers in a way, but you could be the worst if you wanted. Things have grown apart, and I’ll never be able to find the string to sew them back together.
Like the icicles hanging from your heart, we fly through the snow. Mourning like birds we fly. Standing on top of a post because the armies surround you on all three of the four sides. Tortured like birds we fly away from the skies and into these graves
This is my train wreck obsession, always through the mirror. Self-mutilation for my art, art to mutilate myself to.
I’m sorry I’m different from how you want me to be, but when they made me, you never gave them the mold. I’m the black sheep of the group that tells me “You belong.” But I never will, and I never have, and you never really wanted me to.
“Watch what you say” is all you said. But you only heard the profanity and you just kept on speaking. When will I learn that this is all I’ll ever be? Never, because I live in the mind of a writer. The words are what I mold to trust. I’m creating my world without you.
This is my train wreck obsession, always through the mirror. Self-mutilation for my art, art to mutilate myself to.
This is my train wreck obsession; so horrible I can’t stop the addiction. Self-mutilated to death because the ones that love me left.
comment? constructive criticism? I'd really apreciate your thoughts on this, good or bad