I'm sinking into myself.

My boy outside the box.
The static behind my every thought.
The hole in my heart.
My beautiful boy outside the box.

Lets pretend that we happend

It's a love hate thing with words I hide behind them yet they always seem to give me away. I can't remember the last thought I wrote down that I didn't go back and edit.

You got it right chief I'm not quite as cool as I pretend to be.

Dazzle me a broken heart

Just because you’re not in my head doesn't mean I can't feel you running through my veins, I can't tell you how many times I wished you weren't my brand of heroin.

The smell of lemon pine-sol makes her sick and she can drink like a fish

And to think I was starting to gain faith in humanity.

Here I'll set the scene: wake up at five o' clock the next day to the smell of tequila and cigarettes and the air's drunk with regrets. I have to convince myself that this is nothing short of living the American dream....so I snuggle in close and pretend that this is all I've ever wanted.

story board romance

I love the glances we steal over cigarette smoke, I guess that’s as far as our romance goes. The sweetest thing you ever said was "I can't wait till you let me inside your head." I know I should give you up ...but your something I 'v never had before.

keep it numb

I can't express to you the things I would do to avoid sleeping in my own bed ...it reminds me to much of who I still am.

ROBOT.

I wish that I could sort out my thoughts. My head and heart are working together in chaos against me. I want to walk away, leave this all behind, and not need these people. I want to curl up in a ball and hide from the world that I am never going to fit into. I am tired of fighting the good fight but I know that if I give up if I give in I become one of them I'll hate it and they'll win. So sick of copying and pasting my thoughts I need a new idea, new direction. Let’s run away.