Jul 9
genuinely mourning the experience i had at night one LLTP Wembley I have an emptiness in my heart now
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genuinely mourning the experience i had at night one LLTP Wembley I have an emptiness in my heart now
it's scaring me the thought of giving with no return devoting everything to earn nothing. i love so fully if you're mine you're mine friend or a lover. i give you my love nothing. I give you my smile nothing. I give you everything everything that is irrevocably me? nothing.
hye what if i told you that there's an end to the world and only animals are left and your pet shapeshifts into you and builds a tesco and other stuff and then helps other animals and billionares don't exist.
Guys who likes my baby ⭐ 💖
Her name is Rash and she’s been baptised in glitter ✨
my friends better watch the fuck out i'm getting tomodachi life and you best believe they ALL will be on there
The Anthem To My Unhappiness The anthem to my unhappiness Was not a melancholy beat Rather an upwards facing tune Crying while listening to songs of love. The vinyl stopped spinning a year ago The machinery creaky and old But I fired it back up, last Monday To listen to it's call again. The anthem to my unhappiness Sold tales of the rich and poor And sang to me in my own head A rhythm for the lonely.
Wrapping paper made from flesh Unwrap it and find mangled plastic Crude oil destroying the plant A waste of resources in it's disgusting entirety. A box made from blood. A ribbon made of teeth Tied up into a grotesque smile Stuck on with stick-lost sellotape Disguising the beast beneath.
Confessions
To confess is an apology, So I'm sorry that you hate me. I confess, I'm riddled with paranoia, But do my friends hate me? I try my best, I do, it's true, But I'm a constant mistake, Blotting ink on a bracelet it shouldn't be near. I don't know what I've done, If I've done, When I did, But I know you're upset, So, I confess, I'm sorry. How do I fix it? My ability is as good as nothing, My anxiety might as well be crowned queen, I hope they don't hate me, I don't want you to. This poem will never be seen.