Wednesday, 21 January 2009

XXIII

Our father to what?
Fuck knows.
I never knew.
Definitely not you, I thought you were a fucking bitch and I felt like I coulda hated you
But I did it anyway.

Do you blame me? No. Because I blame you. I don't wanna fuckin be here I didn't ask for this head

Please. I love you. I don't feel well here. I think there might be somewhere else for me.
I just don't think I can do what you're asking.
But I can't think.
All of this hurts me in ways I can't describe.

If I'm a star coming in on itself,
Will I find out what happens?

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