EyePokeyLeigh

It Gets Me in Trouble I'm afraid this is truth. I'm not afraid to say. The only thing I hate. The only voice I have. Inside are my jealousies. Inside are my fears. I don't believe it. I don't believe it! It will get me in trouble.

This disease, the one slowly milking me has turned me into a nothing again. Where all my worst worries are golden, infesting my dreams with the worm, I wake up with a swollen throat and can't breathe. Will you do nothing for me? Am I the ground you only crawl in? Can't I go back to be amazing? This disease, the one slowly engorging my body is taking my thoughts and churning them into a face. A face I never thought I'd see again. A World's Worst trophy won, in a untimely happy moment in life. Have I sinned the worst sin? Am I so unfit that I need not to be? This is the life I'd like, but where am I? This disease, the one slow

I'm not hesitating I'm not here debating I'm so far from everyone else the only one hating the only one fading away my life sways to me I'm not here saving for you aren't here waiting for me take my whispering eyes through these desolate times I'm not just surviving I'm the only one thriving on you! I'm not enjoying this fate! can't someone develop some hate? i can't scream! without thinking of you all that trouble for you what you put me through! I'm so tired of thinking of you all the shit that i do! nothings good for you! stop me if i'm wrong i won't fit your mold i can't ever be bought fake, your something

It thumps in my stomach like a jack-rabbit doing porno with a thick rim and little lube. I may make a nick and claw at it with my fingers, ripping to overcome my hunger a bounding leap over the ledge No peeping toms to curdle up to me, a slight draw of the hand and poke a cherry clean until it bleeds down your legs. Shaved toes to a restless bounce creep upon an open wound with my tongue, tasting fear, drooling with a lost stare, finish me.

There is enough space between your eyes, to fit your little brain. Not enough space to fit your meager personality. Too much space for your intellect. And I hate that every part of you sucks. You're not good enough for me to be thinking about. The best of me is without you. In a better life you do not exist. And I hate that I care.