Rain in December means it’s cold but not too cold. I think about the times that I was so alone. It was freezing and the season was drowning out my name. I never tried to compromise or underline the choices I made.
Try to know you, try to hold you in my arms, but you say I hurt you... is this really falling apart? I am failing, I am breaking, self-destruction's here to stay. So forgive me for forsaking the sweetness you give me every single day.
Endless nights without sleep, fragments of angst are falling on me. Morning perceptions will fade and the feeling of hating myself doesn't matter any way…
It doesn't matter any way…because I'm a poet of frustration, I never do what I think is right. I just waste the time, ruin the life of the only person that makes me feel alive.
It's all about me, what is around me I can't see. I try to make you believe that the reason I'm so fucked up is 'cause you barely notice me.
We'll try to relate to the kids that feel the same way. It's ok to feel so fucked up, it's ok to be unhappy.
I'm going bald, I'm afraid to die, will you still want me when I get back tonight? I think about the times I said goodbye, it keeps me awake every single night. It breaks my heart to see you cry, so sorry about the time I passed the line. It breaks my heart to see you cry, so sorry, so sorry.
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