29 April 2012
I want...what do I want? Evil rhetoricals. I want strong arms around me, take away the pain.
What a beautiful present, To find half my friends hate me, Guess I'll just have to start again.
Little things sting, the millions of thorns. Prick my skin, draw blood. Want some blood?
Bruises mean nothing, there to be worn. I'd just like to. I'd just like to. What? It doesn't matter, you don't care anyway. Because you hate me anyway, right. I knew it was too good to be true. Ah well, go to hell. Even though I care for you. Want some tears? No..? What about a river's worth of them?
Crystals would be nice, fall from my eyes. Beauty from pain. You're my constant - and gone. Not like I care. You're gone and I'm going insane.
Lovely to meet you. Goodbye. I love you? Actually, not so much anymore.
What a pity.
Surprise? • Opuss № I