To my Mother
To my Father
It’s your son or
It’s your daughter
Are my screams
Loud enough for
You to hear me?
Should I turn this up for you?
I sit here locked inside my head
Remembering everything you’ve said
The silence get’s us no where
Get’s us no where way too fast
The silence
Is what kills me
I need someone
Here to help me
But you don’t know
How to listen
And let me make
My decisions
I sit here locked inside my head
Remembering everything you’ve said
The silence get’s us no where
Get’s us no where way too fast
All your insults
And your curses
Make me feel like I’m not a person
And I feel like
I am nothing
But you make me
So do something
Cause I’m ****** up
Because you are
Need attention
Attention you couldn’t give
I sit here locked inside my head
Remembering everything you’ve said
The silence get’s us no where
Get’s us no where way too fast
I sit here locked inside my head
Remembering everything you’ve said
The silence get’s us no where
Get’s us no where way too fast
In my next life I want to live my life backwards. You start out dead and get that out of the way. Then you wake up in an old people’s home feeling better every day. You get kicked out for being too healthy, go collect your pension, and then when you start work, you get a gold watch and a party on your first day. You work for 40 years until you’re young enough to enjoy your retirement. You party, drink alcohol, and are generally promiscuous, then you are ready for high school. You then go to primary school, you become a kid, you play. You have no responsibilities, you become a baby until you are born. And then you spend your last 9 months floating in luxurious spa-like conditions with central heating and room service on tap, larger quarters every day and then Voila! You finish off as an orgasm!
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| — | Woody Allen (via capriamoon) |
