"not coming home"
everything that's not my fault
makes me feel so
UNWANTED
nobody needs me
nobody cares
and i'm so fucking
INDIFFERENT
to all the pain
that it hurts in a new,
different way
i'll manipulate and
GUILT you
until you agree to see me
because without being a horrible person
i would never get any attention
you know you don't care. so just stop reading.
shoot me and run me over.
i wish to be the most
MELODRAMATIC
worse than a horse in a glue factory
is how i
FEEL
tonight
and you can't change me
because i'm so fickle
i'll change myself
before you even speak a syllable
you can't ever get rid of me
because i'm
DESPERATE
with loneliness
in a room full of billions
screaming exorbitant amounts
of profanity
and i don't even know what i said
because i cover up all my
EMOTION
with oral diarrhea
spewing
what a digusting word
what am i even saying?
nothing but syllables that
i don't even believe in anymore
if i had enough
WILLPOWER
i'd never talk again
but i have so much to say
and so much
POTENTIAL
that you don't agree with
but i'll fight to the death
in my
SILENT
sort of way
and there really is no
END
to this is there?
because i am
I N F I N I T E
M
M
O
R
T
A
L
(it's all just a space-waster.)
everything that's not my fault
makes me feel so
UNWANTED
nobody needs me
nobody cares
and i'm so fucking
INDIFFERENT
to all the pain
that it hurts in a new,
different way
i'll manipulate and
GUILT you
until you agree to see me
because without being a horrible person
i would never get any attention
you know you don't care. so just stop reading.
shoot me and run me over.
i wish to be the most
MELODRAMATIC
worse than a horse in a glue factory
is how i
FEEL
tonight
and you can't change me
because i'm so fickle
i'll change myself
before you even speak a syllable
you can't ever get rid of me
because i'm
DESPERATE
with loneliness
in a room full of billions
screaming exorbitant amounts
of profanity
and i don't even know what i said
because i cover up all my
EMOTION
with oral diarrhea
spewing
what a digusting word
what am i even saying?
nothing but syllables that
i don't even believe in anymore
if i had enough
WILLPOWER
i'd never talk again
but i have so much to say
and so much
POTENTIAL
that you don't agree with
but i'll fight to the death
in my
SILENT
sort of way
and there really is no
END
to this is there?
because i am
I N F I N I T E
M
M
O
R
T
A
L
(it's all just a space-waster.)
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long live EGON
you win a free prize. Since I am poor, i can send you a mix cd that I burned, or some origianal artwork, or bith if you want. Maybe a small gaouche painting or something.
let me know.
And yay for you for knowing crooked fingers