I know its annoying and it tests their patience When i cry in public Like i'd die for attention But I don't like them stare'n Or pity party sessions I sob every often Because I dont get it Why I'd choose the villains, Not the happy endings...
How come it comes with highs? Whys the hurt addicting? Once I have run my muck and the illusion fades I wonder what's amiss Inside my little head? Unlit toughts take over and tears do slip a bit I don't want your pity Just breaks from musing it.
That gripping obsession With making love to pain 'If they smell like anguish Who cares about their names?' Breath in their faceless fumes To O.D each evening I wouldn't hurt a fly, Yet in love with grieving. SO.IN.LOVE
with GRIEVING! I'm vent of frustration Their my free Endorphins. Euphoric chemicals Triggered by sour beings
Mostly after four weeks My Pill-Bottles do leave While I'm on the look out For my next fitting fix Amidst the empty Realization screams
I cant pick where it strikes For that I am sorry Trust me I dont like you As much as you hate me. That's why when it's starting I leave your company I wouldn't have done so If I yearned sympathy