Please..for today let me be emo.

For days, I’ve had this feeling of my heart being ripped out of my chest and i’m waving for everyone to see. But I’m being ignored. Basically i’m heartbroken and i have not felt more alone in my life. Everyone seem to be using me, going out with me for the sake of going out. I feel unappreciated.Really.Despite people knowing the shit i’m going through, its those people who don’t stop and question how am i doing. Sometimes I wish I could switch souls or something so that I can make people i call my friends, see what i’m going through day to day. If you’re feeling guiltly then you’re probably one of them.I don’t give a fucking rats ass if you all are offended by what i’ve said. Cause basically I’ve had enough.Its the right time to leave this place.(you won’t even notice that i’m gone).damn.

Just know We are A spec In time.

So follow your bliss And destroy the beauty

I’ll lock myself alone in a room
Drink until the clock strikes noon
With just a pen, a pill, and some paper
And maybe I will write a sad song
Or another cliche poem
Of the person that I long to be

I wanna die like Jim Morrison
A fucking rock star
I wanna die like God on the cover of time.
Just a blink and it’s gone
So baby pour some fame in my glass.

So kill the forest
And destroy the beauty.

I’ll lock myself alone in a room
Drink until the clock strikes noon
With just a pen, a pill, and some paper
And maybe I will write a sad song
Or another cliche poem
Of the person that I long to be

(Colors blind)the eyes
(Sounds deafen)the ear
(Flavors numb)the taste
(Thoughts weaken)the mind

I’ll attack someone with a switchblade knife
So that I can see their pain
I choose to be a serial killer
‘Cause the victims don’t get any fame.

I’ll lock myself alone in a room
Drink until the clock strikes noon
With just a pen, a pill, and some paper
And maybe I will write a sad song
Or another cliche poem
Of the person that I long to be

Just know we are a spec in time