UntitledMy breath has been stolen by youand you don't even care.You took all the feelings I hadand tossed them under an oncoming train.Out of all the guys I've likedI thought you'd be different.Out of all of them I believedyou would be the change.But you're just like the rest.You only want to use me becauseI'm not good enough for anything else.I'm not good enough to be anything else,other than a friend with some additionally benefits,and when I refuse that; then I become nothing.I guess nothing is what I will remain.You know just because you have a dickdoesn't mean you have to act like one.
OverkillYou shot me in the chestLeft me for dead.Patched up the holeOnly to take another shot.How much longer can I standWith bullet holes in my heartThat you so carelessly firedTo cause my living death?
Spin CycleIt's like you've tossed me in the washerand it's forever on the spin cycle.'Round and 'round I keep spinning, tossing, tumbling,so much that I don't know which way is up.I'm watching the world from behind glass,dirty water and soap splashing in my eyes;sweater sleeves and pants legs wrap around my throatso I can no longer breath.I reach to bang on the glass but my hands are boundby all your dirty laundry.I try to scream but water fills my lungs so I can't breathe.Finally when the load is done, and you pull me out to putme on to dry; it turns out I will forever remain nothing buta stain on your life.But at least you will always remember me.
Way To FallingI'm trying every thing I canto stop liking you but that'smuch more difficult than I assumedbecause I was on my way to fallingbefore the ground broke my bodyand my heart.
Bury MeBury meSix feet deepIn a nail shut coffinBecause I feel like I'm deadWithout you already.
Which?If I fall off the edge will Ifind your hand reaching for me,trying your hardest to pull me to safetyor will you stand there, looking downa smile on your face, because you'rethe one that pushed me in the first place?
JumbledMy eyes burn from lack of sleepor maybe from the inability to cryabout how I am feeling waydown deep somewhere hiddenon the inside where no lightcan reach or penetrate nomatter how hard it tries andit's all because neither ofus can make up our minds asto who really means somethingto us so I assume for the timebeing that I will always feel thisway.
Ever BeComrade, cohort, confidant,companion, chum, ally,buddy, pal, amigo,friend.Sadly,that is allwe will everbe.