hedgehock

what can i say...like really.
i seem to start liking this feeling of being lost- at the same time trying to find some beauty in this life so that when i wake up tomorrow- it'll all make sense.
for all of you who care and mainly for all of you who don't- i got sacked- very badly, almost unhonorable-just received a text message..
good god!
what tha fuck have i done wrong???
but then-we all do it to ourselves.
over and out.
na majka ti pickata.

wallow

lost.
my memories consist of only you.
are you sleeping well?
are you eating?
are you happy?...
are you happy s?
'coz if you are, i'll die on the spot.
not because i'm self-centered,
but because i'm lost,
i'm cruel,
24/7 fool.

oh

you know, when they're not around any more but they're here nevertheless- in your mind, like imaginary friend and you don't feel alone that much anymore.
it's just.. i don't know how to say it. like i'm missing a part of my body. for real. and at the same time- like it was never there to begin with.
i have no soul to tell. it would be easier to let it all out.
feels like passing a kidney stone.

blind

i cry for you.
i lie for you.
i die for you..

what tf was that snub,
you- you shameless little crab,
what da fuck was that , you! - your self-proclaimed higher mind,
whatha, i was really blind..

i feel free.

and so alone amongst the crowd,
that i could cry about.

feels bereaved

you're gone.

rocktober 007

*talksick* bites,
libra kNights,
like desSsert and
watter,
like Hermione misses
Potter.