i dont feel like any of you are my friends, i dont care what you think of me. accept me or dont, fuck it. tired of fake ass friends anyways. ive done so much for people,yet never get anything in return
the way i dance shouldnt afflict our friendship, dont want to get hit? just leave, negative and violent. i got a lot off my chest tonight BLEH
Dear God, what have you done? Those words ring loud in the back of your head. That bottle lies in a thick, blood red. I ain’t no forgiver, forgetter.Our mother waits in vain for a God that never loved us. As much as she prayed, he never showed up.Dear God, where have you gone? Your brother is gone in the blink of an eye. That January night, our father lays cold.Where are you going to go? You’re only seventeen years old. I ain’t no forgiver, forgetter.Those cold steel tracks beneath your feet, those same rail ties where you dodged those trains. When we were just two kids, it still feels the same; that warm blood rush when the train comes. I ain’t no forgiver, forgetter. I will find you, and put that vice to your head. Again, and again, and again.