I never could bring myself to tell you while you were alive but now that you're gone i suppose...

i hate your pokerface there i said it
happy now? i doubt it you never seemed to be but i once was
i suppose that none of that matters now
but i wanna scream it at you
maybe if my voice wasnt too hoarse from screaming at a wall
for the past couple months i would
you dont want me now i see it your were just too nice to say it
nice? sure i suppose so i guess i shouldnt be surprised
after all this is oh so familiar but still i must confess i am
prophetic really, actually more like pathetic and predictable
the slave thinks he is released from bondage only to find a stronger set of chains
i asked a whore once is their was ever true happiness in slavery
she replied rather quickly that yes, of course there was
she never was much for brains that whore but still she got me thinking and i realized
that ignorance is truly and undeniably bliss
and that you are only enslaved if you realize you are enslaved
my thoughts are the shadows of feelings
always darker emptier and simpler
I don't care if they're fake or real, I just thank them for showing up at all.
I have black periods. Who doesn't? But they are not a part of me;
they are not a part of illness, but a part of my being.
Some might say I have the courage to have them.
It's one o' clock in the morning. Fuck this, this sucks

burn bitch i'm looking forward to joining you finally