Everything is nuts

Everything is crazy

Everything is perfect…

I like this pain in my heart
It makes me realize I am human
That I can feel pain like you

My mind is full of hate
Nothing is better then that
You know me better then anyone

I think this is perfect
or as perfect as things can get
yet I see no end yet

No end,
No middle,
AND NO FAIR TALE

Sorry lost my though
you know me love
I can’t make sense anymore

Life with you was ok,
now Ill play the blame game
Ill start with you and work my way around
think it will work

I blame you for my hate
I blame you for my pain
You gave me a broken heart

Now ill pass the ball
I hate myself for loving you
I hate myself for not giving up
Yet I continue to write you

Never mind the word perfect now
I hate perfect people
and their perfect family’s
what can I say I really am sad

Love is hate
Hate is love
Makes no difference to me

I love you one day
hate you the next
and sometimes both at the same time

This thing is called life,
life I don’t want
you can have it now
but only if you want

I am sore….

I am tired of this mess…

Can you end it now for me
you don’t understand
eight is lucky
but what do I know

Things could be better
if only you would stop
maybe this is wrong
writing I mean

I can’t help you
you can’t help me
yet here we are

This writing is wonderful
I am glad we had this chat
with that I tell you it is your fault
but only because you make me write

Just take your time
and soon you will see
this is the more sorrowful side of me