Don’t flatter yourself, I will survive

Its way too late and I’m still awake. I finally got on a cleaning kick and I didn’t want to sleep until it was somewhat done. My room is such a mess still. Hmmm, reflects my life how interesting.

I’m in such a weird ass mood. Not depressed, not extremely happy. More numb and just robotic. Even writing seems robotic. I’m doing this cause I have to, not so much because I want to. I feel nothing. Nadda, Nil, Zilch. Absolute zero. Actually at this point, feeling nothing would be nice because its more than I’ve got right now. I’m so just….inkgablech.

In my heartsent my confession my condolence,
You’re indefinite you’re incompetent inconsiderate.
You’re so childish,
I will push you out of what is real out of my head.
You can stick and drown at your residence of dissapointments,
Are of yours to come.
So embrace them oh my shallow one today,
If I could change anything then I would change everything.
These bitter days shall remain.
I don’t ask for your forgiveness I don’t care much for your actress.
That’s just you though shallow and selfish.
So I go now oh my hollow one today.
If I could change anything then I would change everything.
These bitter days shall remain.
So carry your blues behind your eyes,
Don’t flatter yourself I will survive.
So carry your blues your own denial.
Your feathers are gone you’ll never fly.
If I could change anything,
Then I would wipe the years away.
If I could change anything,
Then I would wipe the years away.
If I could change anything,
Then I would change everything.
These bitter days shall remain.
Since you’re gone I’m much better than you.
So carry your blues behind your eyes,
Don’t flatter yourself I will survive.
So carry your blues your own denial.
Your feathers are gone you’ll never fly.
She’ll never fly.

Bitter ~ Nine Days