Its been overdue

to tell you the truth

about me.

 

27

alone 

happy.

imagine that.

but sleeping away the pain,

 and trying again while you black out your eyes with a better high. 

i know abou the twisted thoughts you hide. 

every night the feelings creeo insdie,

you are testing me, 

crying in the street, 

begging for men to drop their pants so i could get just a tast of their validation.

it weighed heavy on me, 

the drunken nights of supressing and crying and throwing up,

oh i know, you are paying games with me.

you are overthinking

you are sensitive,

you are too self aware for your own good.

shut up.

im me, 

you dont like it, 

theres the street. 

walk into it and leave me behind, becasue i am tired of these lies,

for i have only been aloud to be the one with the broken heart, 

and yet it has gotten me not far. 

Its been days long and yet i have everything iwished i had, 

i have everything ive ever wanted, 

yet i still crave the chaos,

i guess thats just me validating, 

haha ,.. me