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I'm the one without a soul
I'm the one with this big fucking hole
No new tale to tell
Twenty-six years on my way to hell
Gotta listen to your big time, hard line, bad luck
Fist fuck
Don't think you're having all the fun
You know me I hate everyone
I believe you don’t know how’ve you treated me
And just ignored and forgotten what I said how I feel
You only apologize for treatin me like shit is cause I told you you were
And probably only apologized as more manipulation to give you chances for
You to keep doing so.
You don’t care
You just miss using me. 
You always have and will continue to prioritize shit over the one person that made you good.
You’re choosing all the men in your life to still be these pieces of shits low life’s that have no regard for a good future. And I don’t fit that equation. 
That’s why you’ve tried ejecting me all this time. You won. You got what you wanted. You destroyed me and there’s nowhere for me now.
I know I’m going to regret not finishing you
I’m not about to degrade myself to your level

Those who can not express themselves can not appreciate beauty love or art.
they just opt out to lying.

And people who say “fuck yeah” to something that was good, more than likely are too pathetic to actually understand it. It be better if they just said nothing in honor of what is good but their imbecile mind can’t shut up.

Observations. You’ll see they check out.

“Sometimes people try to destroy you, precisely because they recognize your power — not because they don’t see it, but because they see it and they don’t want it to exist.”

sonicambulance:

for the past three years ive been picking a Michael Jackson song to rock out to. the time has come for the latest selection

three years I asked not to be alone on my birthday. 
and I’ve gotten the purest form of loneliness. it’s lead me to jail, enemies, and who knows what’ll be this year.

That idea came to me while driving and I realized there wasn’t anymore of your skin flakes on the passenger seat. 2 hours later it hits me what my brain was telling me. Came pretty close to crying in public. Maybe I should’ve cause a stranger could’ve asked what was wrong but no new person is ever going to care. The loneliness now sits in me. Even though for a couple of weeks I’ve been trying to be thankful for something new every morning when I wake up. And I try to do something good before the day ends. It’s gonna suck that my mom is leaving and it sucks to be truthful but I’m gonna miss that she took care of me. That’s when the a loneness is going to be the roughest and darkest. And no touch. Just my hand grabbing and nothing and grinding my jaw shut when I want to profess emotion.