Friday, 30 September 2011

Fuck You?

Sometimes, I turn around and catch the smell of you and i cannot go on i cannot fucking go on without expressing this terrible so fucking awful physical aching fucking longing i have for you. And i cannot believe that i can feel this for you and you feel nothing. Do you feel nothing?

Do you feel nothing?

And i go out at six in the morning and start my search for you. If ive dreamt a message of a street or a pub or a station I go there. And i wait for you.

You know, I really feel like im being manipulated.

I've never in my life had a problem giving another person what they want.But no one's ever been able to do that for me. No one touches me, no one gets near me. But now you've touched me somewhere so fucking deep I can beleive and I cant be that for you. Because i cant find you.

What does she look like?
And how will i know her when i see her?
She'll die, she'll die, she'll only fucking die.

Do you think its possible for a person to be born in the wrong body?

Do you think its possiblefor a person to be born in the wrong era?

Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck you for rejecting me by never being there, fuck you for making me feel shit about myself, fuck you for bleeding the fucking love and life out of me, fuck my father for fucking up my life for good and fuck my mother for not leaving him, but most of all, fuck you God for making me love a person who does not exist, FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU.






it's just something im doing for my course at college.

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