this is not about myself but about everything everthere is pasta in the fridge
i heat it up, sprinkle cheese on it
i do not eat it, i only stare
i feel disgusting just because
i am human and i destroy
the things i love, the things i don't love
the things i should love but can't bring myself to
i want to smash up this world
and sprinkle its remains in a box titled
"things that were once beautiful, but now are not"
and i will place it next to the box titled
"things that are beautiful, but only when you're not looking"
why is this world so goddamn cold
and why can't i ever feel warm
What Have I Done?Each day I must resist
The urge to tear myself
Apart. Each day I have
Tried so hard not to harm
Myself, out of love for you.
Part of me knows that
I'm doing is for the best,
Yet part of me thinks self-
Harm is the best thing to do.
How is it that I began to heal
When you loved me, and the
Day you said that love was gone,
My will went in reverse.
Mistakes.By the time you realized what you had done,
it was far too late.
You set the stone rolling before you knew
it couldn't be stopped.
And with the passing day, you sat there,
knees pulled to your chest and sobbing,
with the hair you never cease to rip out of your skull surrounding you,
lamenting your choice.
You can't turn back time.