I wish I could put this feeling in a bottle

So that I could show you what it feels like.

So you can taste it and smell it and hate it before you tell me to suck it up.

I think these are what people call growing pains.

When your face doesn’t change but the tears come flowing.

And you can find everything wrong with a picture in seconds.

I just hate getting out of bed anymore.

I don’t understand how you can grow up with so much love

And then you just grow up.

I do want to light the world on fire

The fire in my chest needs to burn to extinguish the hot feeling.

Though it might sound counter productive.

I’ll run out of fuel eventually, I hope.

I want you to breathe and feel your chest cave in. But when you go to feel it, you realize it’s all in your head.

How is this all in my head?

Hurt people hurt people goes deeper than a phrase about love

It’s a phrase about tolerance.

Everybody that ever hurt me is just a reflection of everybody that ever hurt them and I am everybody that I’ve ever been hurt by.

How counterproductive is that?

An eye for an eye, an ear for an ear, a heart for a heart. Leg for leg, tooth for tooth.

I’ll never be myself again, because I stole the worst parts from everybody I’ve ever touched. And them the best of me.

Maybe I’m just grieving myself.

Am I so wrong for wanting you to understand the way I feel?

I want to cut my throat back out from your stomach

I wish you would stop eating my words and feel them.

I wish I didn’t have to blame you, because I miss being sad.

Tears that came without a vengeful feeling.

I used to be able to get it all out.

Now I could cry a river that fills up the entire ocean and I’d still have more to give.

I’m so tired of crocodile tears biting away at my cheeks every time I wipe them off.

I’d rather die than go on feeling like this

But I’m so afraid of forever.

Is this forever?