happiness_in_a_pill : slaughtered then distorted

things aren’t working.

i’m sleeping behind the wheel.

slaughtered and distorted

nothing left to feel

so when i leave this writing

i’ll go to cut, to live

blood and my body

is all i’ve got to give.

hide it from everyone

lest anybody care

the only way it’s mentioned

is out of harmful fear.

don’t want that psycho near me

to infect my suburban dream

everything he stands for

is nothing as it seems.

fuck you, i love you

you’re blinded and so lost

i’d love to fall out of love with you

no matter what the cost.

you’re poison, you manipulate and twist things and you wrote the book on overkill but i love you and i hate myself for it. i hate myself for everything you do cause it’s my fault at least i feel it is and i’m never so confused as when i’m in conversation with you. you make me want to live and die at the same time. one day it will end, by my hand or yours but.it.will.not.be.pretty.

I hurT MyseLF TodAY to SeE iF I StilL FeEL
I FoCUs oN THe PAin THe OnLY ThINg thAT’s ReAL
THe NeeDLE teARS a HoLe thE olD fAMIliar STiNG
tRY tO KiLl iT alL AwaY bUt i REmeMbER EverYtHIng

wHAt HAve i BEcomE mY SweeTeST FRiEnd
EVeryONe I knOW GoeS aWAY iN thE eND.

-SImoN
happiness_in_a_pill.