Standing in the rain. I tried, but it was in vain
All of my effort have gone to waste
Standing in the rain, wishing it could wash away the pain
Wishing all my mistakes could be erased
Yet I still stand here, as if I can just pretend
Pretend if I stood here long enough, it would all be okay again
Curio Cabinet
I grow ever tired as my body fills with dread
I have that sinking feeling that I'd be better off dead
I see the world crash around me, and hate that I complain
Because avoiding homework is pathetic and lame
I worry about everyone, but there's nothing I can do
So I let myself indulge in the thoughts that just aren't true
That I'm pathetic and useless, that there's no one I can trust
And to do anything less than everything is morally unjust
At the start of class earlier, my professor gave a whole ass monologue about the assignment I didn't do and how we need to do our work. I was so sure this was about me, because of course everything is about me, but, apparently in a class of 20+ students, only one did that darn analysis
I slept 10+ hours last night, woke up after 12:00 PM, didn't get out of bed until 3:00 PM, and I already want to go back to sleep
I wish I could love you with every piece of me.
I wish I could be the person you'd like me to be.
I wish I could discard everything I hate about myself, create something new.
I wish I could be sweet, and kind, and a little more like you.
What a beautiful day to die
Sometimes, that quality is learning how capable you are of hating someone or something
No matter how bad a person is, there would be at least one quality you can learn from them...
Look for it!!
Why is sleep always being hunted?
Why can't it be mature, be confronted?
Instead, it chooses to be a whiny little bitch.
I ignored it for 5 minutes, now it's pouting like an angry child
Kicking, screaming, running wild
It's decided I don't get to spend any time with it now, it's that upset.
If I'm a mess, let me be a mess
Tear me apart, I live for distress
If my life is hell, then so be it, let me dwell
I'm a cyclone, a blizzard, your local natural disaster
So I'll live like there's no tomorrow, cause if I die, there's nothing after
You can call it self destructive, call me paranoid,
But I'm tired of being productive, I'm resting in the void
~~Theatre major with a caffeine addiction and constant anxiety~~ [20] [They/Them]
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