DaWeirdo

maybe if I hadn't loved you in the first place the not-loving wouldn't hurt quite so much

I'm not really flying Just floating around I've been here so long I can't remember the ground The only thing I'm doing Is nothing at all It might just be better To let myself fall

I am emptier than I used to be And I know it's not your fault but I know that something used to be there To fill up the spaceAnd I'm wondering where it went when I wasn't looking

'It would appear that everything is not quite as it is." "That doesn't make any sense." "Oh, believe me. I know." "What's it like in there?" "In where? My mind?" "Yes. What goes through there on a hourly basis?" "You'd never believe me." "Try me." "I'd rather not." "Is it sane in there?" "My mind?" "Yes. Are you sane?" "I should hope not. If I am, I'm a rather difficult sane." "You're rather ridiculous either way." "I said difficult." "I heard you." "Are you happy in there?" "Are we talking about my mind again?" "Yes. Are you happy with who you are." "Let's not go there." "Let's." "Very well. What do you want to know?" "Who are you?" "I t

INSTRUCTIONS: 1. Hold troubled person in vertical orientation and bring forwards into arms 2. Now bring the beautiful in the top left and top right corners to the center line 3. Fold down the tip of history, turning over a new leaf 4. Open up to original form so it can see the changes made 6. Now pull in the corners and top center along to meet the creativity in the middle 7. The plane should fall relatively comfortably into the form 8. Fold down the self-hatred shape at the top and bring it down to the bottom so that it barely exists 9. Now fold and unfold emotion as indicated by the expression of the person 10. The top left and right corn

At 2:03 in the morning When your blankets would be comfortable if it wasn't so hot And the chill would be nice if your feet weren't freezing And the crickets would sound good if they weren't so loud And the shadows wouldn't matter if they weren't so ominous And your bed would be great if it wasn't so huge And the pillow would be soft if it felt less like a rock And the moon would be beautiful if it looked more like the sun The ceiling suddenly becomes quite an interesting place, doesn't it?

He could sit there and pretend Clench his teeth and act like he can't hear the sugar sweet melody floating through the air Swimming into his brain and clouding his thoughts like summer He could but then the sugar would melt to honey Creeping in to cram his mind with hollow sentiment and wasted blackmail Almost as if it's his fault that the blasted woman didn't die Like he could have stopped the train He could pretend but he won't He'll stay and empty reality until it's excessive and then he'll give up Only the cursed taxi can't meet the expectation of adrenaline that would stay if he dashed across cobblestone waves But he'll remember t

I know nobody's there I know that even if there were, they wouldn't listen I know that if you were there, you'd scoff and humiliate me in front of myself Rather than attempt to understand pain But Even having a conversation with oneself is more comforting Than spouting words and tricking myself into believing someone will listen