I’m no songwriter, and I’m sure as hell no novelist.
It's finally over. I've found closure. This mistreatment at her hands has come to an end. After years of trying to find out where I went wrong, I've figured it out. I didn't go wrong. In a matter of hours, I was able to reflect on my PTSD recovery and confirm my progress is nothing… Continue reading It’s Done
Just sharing some truth. Blinded by love, with a personality that isn't capable of showing it, is pretty shitty. ____________________ I built these walls to keep you out, But I unleashed what's buried within. I avoid the blinding shallowness, And now I'm entombed with a demon. I can't exist in your vanity, And yet I… Continue reading Trapped
This, like Remember, was just sitting in my phone. I don't know when I wrote it, but it was within the past three months. ____________________ You, you make me sick. You're trying so hard to be derelict. This world owes you shit, Yet your ego won't let you admit it. You were abandoned? Bullshit, you… Continue reading Wallow
I don't remember when I wrote this. I found it in the notes on my phone. Might as well post it, along with Wallow, while my blog sits otherwise idle. ____________________ It's quiet, there's a little chill, I remember keeping you warm. As the cold sweeps over my face, The memory reminds me you're gone.… Continue reading Remember
This is my last entry.
This one took a while. It's about how weak other people make a couple by forcing their opinions and values, making the weak link in the relationship doubt their future together. ____________________ Weakened by your silhouette, Sickened by your cigarettes, Longing for your introspect, Wanting you to resurrect. Thinking of my transgressions, Adding to my… Continue reading Docile
When the dust settles, hearts only bleed for the wounded.
This is for those who keep making their situation worse by playing the victim. ____________________ How can you be cozy when the flames are at your neck? I'm watching you burn but the heat stifles my breath. You say you like the heat but I know it's out of spite. It's hell out here, but… Continue reading Straw Rooms
I don't want this civilian bullshit anymore...
I'm not bothered by weak people, but I loathe those who have potential, yet feign weakness to get what they want. ____________________ I never tire of all this pain. I've been fighting for half my years. I've learned to find comfort in the flames, And I'm the first to face the fears. You sit atop… Continue reading Run