I feel like shit..

cant squeeze a tear out..

cant even moan my cries..

there’s nothing to do but blame myself

and..there’s nothing really to say… but can I die?

I’m gonna probably do it again

ill maybe do it deep tonight..

its been what since February?

this isn’t really a poem but..

life is full of rejects who just whine and cry…

I guess I’m done with choosing sides

I just want to be loved by a lover

but instead of love, he shows pain instead..

and blames himself for this ruined relationship..

who’s to blame? obviously we blame ourselves…

falling and falling…

wanting comfort..

but cant seek it in each other…

I find the ending of my pain in pleasure

and I just want to rush to the point with someone else..

but with stress i fail..

the blade prevails..

and someone will always be crying in the end…