I'd like a button...

Suck It In, Tune It Out

They have their own little world which we cannot penetrate. 

But I suppose we all have those. I try not to, though.

Mine are brief.

Mostly because I can't bring myself to trust people and open up...

God, I am such a loser.

Dance Strangely While Balancing Upon a Thin Cliff

I don't like either of you.

I wonder why.

And I wonder if I should turn to someone else.

And I wonder if I'll ever see my girlfriend again...

I hate uncles that take things away

Gosh!

This guy just came by our house advertising roofing, and he had the sweetest British accent...

he was cute, too

aahhhh i want to hug hiimm!!

Let Us Smile

Let us smile as the world slowly falls to pieces

Melting like burning candle wax...

Let us laugh as we all lose our faces

and can't smile anymore...

Let us fall to the ground

We can't handle the pressure

Nothing anymore...

Watch with eyes as they torment the people's lives

And not care about a thing...

Shouldn't we be helping?

Shouldn't we be crying?

Shouldn't we be screaming?

Yet we're not...

We shall smile as the innocent girls get their hearts torn out by demons

We shall laugh to see a life crushed again by reason

We shall watch as a mind is torn to pieces

And no one stops

to see

what everything has begun to be

trash

We can't hide from the truth

from the smiles

from the tears

We can't hide from the lies

from the laughter

from our lives

Because that is what we are

trash

The ones we should have loved

We want to stab want to stab

The ones who really do care

We can't bare we can't bare

Unbelievably

Completely and totally

Broken

Nonfiction it's as Real as it Gets

Let's let this anger simmer.
I'll take it out on someone eventually.
But not you. Oh no, not you at all. You don't deserve this fury. Nor you.
Silly silly silly people.
Oh how I despise you.

Self Destruct Starts Now

I take it to be the sign of a happy person that they are constantly humming or singing all throughout the day.

So it isn't nice when you crush them and ask them to stop it.

Letting Go

I give up.

Yes, it all makes me horribly frustrated...so I give up.

I don't know why I swallowed my eyes

perhaps I'm blind

Sick Sick Sick Like Silly Sammy Slick

I need more music. My resources are running out. I'm starting to tire of all my music, which can't be good, considering how many songs I have... 

Ah, yes. This will do. This will do nicely.

Wouldn't It Be Nice?

Perhaps this is too much of me.

Not saying enough, expecting so many other things.

Depending on unreliable things..

Censored things.

Silly things.

Perhaps I am just blind.

Falling

As I fall to the ground, 

the world shattering like glass

I wonder what went wrong

And when it ever went right

I hear the screams of the ones I've lost

Lost forever, never to love again

I press my lips together

No good it will do if I scream, too

The sound is already overwhelming enough

Imagine this

The pressure is growing inside your head

It feels like everything is crushing itself

The little lies, little secrets

The hints, left untouched

Why don't you listen?

But then, who ever does?

If we did things might get better

But they might get worse

World spinning a bit too much

Turned at a sickening angle

As you slowly become unwound

The cold grabs at you with insubstantial hands

Pulling you down into its unbreakable grip

Who would fight?

When you can't see what you're fighting for

Just darkness, all around

Constantly pulling at your edges

Till there's nothing left

Imagine this.

Ponder Ponder

I wonder what people would do if they could feel the pain poured out into words and letters and inanimate objects.

What would they do?

Abandoned

Something I thought would never happen. 

I've been abandoned by my friends.

An angry outburst is due soon.

Following sadness comes anger.

When do you flinch?

I detest group projects. Especially with this busy week. No one's available.

And so I see all that I have to do, I get frustrated, take it out on other people, and then they tell me to call them. Yes, call them. Call them now. And so I do. 

What do I find?

They're not home.

It was impossible anyways.

I wonder if they could hear the slow breakdown in my voice?

Probably not.

Then my nerves are all messed up, and I begin doing homework, only to realize I don't get a few problems. This frustrates me to no end, makes me despise myself, and I start crying frustrated tears. I want to scream and growl and claw and scratch, yet do nothing. 

The storm calms, and I continue my homework.

Then it's over.

It's all over.

No.

...

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