sick sad life

don’t really care about anything anymore
why did i ever care about anything before

don’t really feel anything anymore
how did i even feel anything before

you always say the right things
but it don’t mean shit to me
you always say the right things;
your intention empty
but you’re not let off the hook,
you’re not let off for good
still skirt responsibility
always destroying

don’t really care about anything anymore
why did i ever care about anything before

don’t really feel anything anymore
how did i even feel anything before

in this sick sad world of ours
don’t wanna do all your chores
not gonna ever catch a break
i’ve run outta things to say
not even listening to me
you just have fun, i’ll go to sleep
you’re not listening to me
so i’m just done trying

fun home

i’ve never felt safe
in any place,
my home
above all

please don’t ask me,
i wont tell you the truth
please don’t press me
i’ll fold (I will lose)

i’m always the one to look bad
when I fight back

never had much space
to think; I erase
bad when it happens —
there’s never a break. forget it.

you don’t even ask me anymore
i don’t even tell you; what for?
i want everyone far away
but I’m in too deep,
it’s too late.

my fault always. another mistake

winter

i am cold hearted.
yr hands in my pockets,
but i can’t warm anyone
work to keep myself numb

i watch like a movie
as i let you consume me
apologize to everyone
for ruining yr fun

i spoke up,
but spoke quiet.
you ignored and hide it
push me again,
so dominant, you win.

((now you can’t call me home, yr on yr own
you can’t call tomorrow, i’m free at last))

am i a liar?
or just weak?
i’ll set fire
to myself and my friends
so you can reach yr ends

pretty like a boy

i want to be pretty like a boy,
but I’m not a boy at all

i have no concept of whats real;
it is so unusual

try not to look in the mirror,
i don’t even want to know
that I am made of flesh and bone.

i sit in bed for weeks,
try to transcend my human form

maybe I won’t feel
if I can’t remember what’s wrong

i can’t identify the cause,
i don’t know what I am.
can’t do anything about it.