Tuesday, October 4, 2011
screw ups.
that no amount of self delusion can obscure.
disappointments, and expectations.
it's easy to put on a brave front,
when your heart is bleeding inside.
every pump, leaking a crimson tide
holding our breath wont help.
not anymore.
drowning in our own skin.
i think i'm just wasting everybody's time and efforts on me,
it's easier to put on a smile and tell everyone that everything is okay.
but it's not. they can see it.
this flimsy screen of lies.
funny how we can joke about everything together
but that the end of the day, the only joke, is the one that's on me
i want to pack my bags and leave this clinical, unfeeling place.
unconnected. drifting.
imbecile. stop being mediocre.
i want to stop being a failure.
(please?)