Sorry.
Location
Sighs
I hate sighs
She's different
The woman is not a woman
The human is not a human
This is a beast
And he is scared
A child is still a child
And it lies in a boy
A boy afraid of man
And man afraid of the boy
Save me.
Except I am not your hero.
Don't look at me.
I said, "DON"T LOOK AT ME!"
He hates me.
He hates her.
He hates the world.
To hate is easy.
Truth be told
I do not love him
I should
But she loves him
Whether the dull can see the colored
She does.
And I love her.
Whether she knows.
Or not.
I love a monster.
A monster who is confused.
A monster who is in guilt.
A monster who drowns in her sleep.
A monster who cannot help but not choose.
I dread those phone calls.
Very much.
She's coming.
I look at the four walls.
They're beige.
Beige.
So plain.
Before I go.
You asked me.
What makes your life awesome?
I'm still working on that.
Sorry.
I just write.
To take away the world.
And put it with something impossible.
It's more magical that way.
Beautiful.
Wonderful.
Books.
They're my getaway.
My addiction.
Like pot or smokes.
Except this is healthy.
Maybe that's why I live.
Maybe that's what's awesome.
A bunch of books.
Or maybe I wait for something to happen.
Something spectacular.
A miracle.
To take me away.
From here.
Because I'm dying inside.
I don't hate her.
I don't hate him.
I realized something
I hate myself
Isn't that ironic?