'You're too young to know love'
Irratates me, I may not have a mental grasp of it, but my heart speaks
It's a yearning, a want, a longing, I'll say more of a need
I need to love you as if my life depends on it
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I have a reoccurring daydream that I'm dead, and the people I loved and loved me back weep in sorrow, and scream out to God, and scream my name, but he's not there, nor am I.
Then I think of the people I loved who didn't care, and I see you.
I see you laughing.
I see you loving.
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I Thank Myself
I lay on these bright mats... the puzzle piece foundations of my realty, and I stare at the ceiling. The white shifts to black as I slip into a state of conscious yet unconscious slef loathing, and I think.... about you.... about life.... about why my feelings torment me and break me down beyond my simplest point...... WHY? ! ? ! WHY do my emotions treat me LIKE A PLAY THING! ? ! ? ! ? I'm trapped in this state, and I thank you. As an all mighty God of rage laughs at me, I thank you..... I thank myself..... I thank you