To my old friend, eternal absent

Can we just talk?
I know it's very hard to forgive ourselves, if not impossible, but can we not overrate our illnesses and forget that we're sick, just for an instance.
There's always something, once in a while, that I'd like to tell you. As you were my friend I imagine you can understand what I'm talking about.
Can we please understand and realize ourselves of all the time we will have lost till we're gone, that we didn't talk, that we didn't speak to each other. Do you want to loose?
Did you meant to loose me? If you're that bad, if you meant just to use me, why did you even bother to apologize after we were done? Was it just to feel good? Was it because your therapist told you or just because you need to feel that you're in control manipulating others?

To have and to hold: that's the hardest thing to do in what can be a long and unpredictable life.

Your misery

Your sorrows are like lullabies for me
I couldn't care less for your tears in the sea
and on and on I come across you again
somehow there seems there'll be no end.

When your life conditions aren't great
and you got no respect for yourself
do you think anyone is going to state
that you're as talented as hell?

And on and on you drag carrying on
your miseries and woes like treacheries
that were stabbed in your hunchback

And on and on you always linger on
in my bloody veins and numb pains
that will never be gone.

No patience to listen to the whining of invalid problems or socialize... maybe I'm just not a good friend anymore.

Always look on the bright side of life nº 1

the good thing about being ostracized,

and also pushing everyone away, 

is that when you're gone people won't feel that much... 

(always thinking of others :D) 

Time is like Food: sometimes you swallow, sometimes you chew.

Vein

Don't let no Man steal your core,
Don't let no Man steal your soul,
Understand that you are more
Than he could ever troll.

My heart beats at the pulse of the Universe
and my truth is strangled by Saturn's rings
Come along if you can travel beside me
if in your back you got no strings.

The seed you carry runs in your blood
as your veins come across the u-turn
there's a rush of blood to the head
it's better to explode than slowly burn.

The roots that are drawn in your body
aren't what you're made of
so believe that you're as beautiful
as profound and characterful.

Beware: when you're always someone else's background you might forget that you're the protagonist in your life and that she's got the close-up on you.

Why I don't like people?

Because of so many things, for instance, because they're liars, creeps, shitheads, violent, rude, obnoxious, ignorant, and so on.

liars liars pants on fire

Reasons, by images, to not have children