Sunday, April 3, 2011

and she turns up the music, to drown out her life.

just get out. get out. get out. get the fuck out.
it's my life, i'll fucking deal with it, okay?
so i'll make mistakes.
so i'll do things i'll regret.
so i'll waste my time doing something insignificant.
so i'll try to swallow more than i can handle and choke.
so i'll give up and want to disappear.
so i'll fuck everything up.
but that's my choice to make.
not yours.
can't you see that look in my eyes?
the look that says, don't come any closer.
don't talk to me.
don't touch me.
don't breathe a word.
don't even.