"I am tired of earth. These people. I am tired of being caught in the tangle of their lives"
Its probably this image of you.
This imagination that makes you seem so amazing to me.
Just because of the one night we shared.
Deep down under your defensive skin.
You want to be loved.
I always pictured you that way.
In the most intimate ways.
The most simple romantic of ways.
Even though I never really
Had you at all.
But I wish I did.
Its time I went to bed
Accepting this fools game.
Before I destroy myself…
Out of love. Stress.
Or simply the blade edge
Ripping my skin….