I lost it All the things I had I lost it Everything I touched everything I won everything I was given I lost it The first gifts I lost them The final wars I lost them I lost.
and all the beauty in the world
could not erase the disgust
that gnawed at his heart
and devoured his soul
i guess the ones who can make you cry are the ones who really mean something to you
little brat.
it is by my good grace that you have what you have; if all cards were on the table, i’d win, and you better know it. so drop the attitude, or i’ll erase you.
fucking drain my life.
sometimes, i miss them. to be with them, however different they may be, is blissful. they know not how to judge, nor how to manipulate; they know not of power games, nor of mind games; petty drama is foreign to them, and heroism is not confused with tragedy. but above all, boundaries are observed and respected. emotional boundaries; the walls we slam up are never scaled. social boundaries; the silent lines that are always there but never crossed. everything about them is silly, and with them comes laughter. they are not worldly, and the bubble they live in has all they could ever need. they are my break from the insane world we live in; even if just for a moment, i am adopted into their bubble - everything is simple, problems become white noise, and there is not a care in the world.
for what?
you haven’t fucking changed.
(Source: misssweetdisposition, via em-pe)
