#text.who?

[halfwaydead]

I'm like a bottle of vodka Everyone craves me They lust for me But once they finally have that taste They wanna spit me out again Once they're satisfied with how they feel They throw me away I'm nothing but a hangover for someone The night was enjoyable But no one wants me the morning after

[halfwaydead]

the panic fills in your blood you feel it coursing through your veins all you want is for it to stop you know it will be okay; yet that dark voice still haunts your mind tomorrow is on your heels; get ready.

[halfwaydead]

im deeper than ive ever been

the way out is hazy

the journey back is not hard, but it will cause distress

ill always be here in the back of your mind

reach out and you’ll see

but for now its farewell

see you in the next moonlit shadow

goodnight creatures of the dead 

[halfwaydead]

congrats

you've really done it now

proceed with the journey 

don’t make faulty stops, they only weigh you down

don’t trust others, never trust what they say

you’re the only one who truly knows whats good for you

use your options wisely and never be dumb enough for something to destroy the way we feel together. 

[halfwaydead]

just because i didn't speak out the way you would've liked

doesn't mean i didn't speak out the way I knew how.

[halfwaydead]

you think you had the right to use me for your own pleasure? Think you got away with all the wrong you caused us? That’s where your wrong, karma will find you- And all i can say to you now is, I hope you like what you've made for yourself son, after all it's what you deserve.

[halfwaydead]

I’m angel

he/him

hello

I’m 17 and love all things that make you wonder

think in a different light

I’m too torn to ever be put back together, fragile, but resilient

I’ll make the most of what I can but it only works in time

I’ll be here in the times in need of imagination and desperation

Use my time wisely, or else you can face the consequences of my intelligence and superiority

Good luck, I look forward to our time together.

[halfwaydead]

is this poetry? some may call it that. others? well they just call it garbage, incoherent writing; Maybe that's where they're wrong; they're too engineered. too stupid in fact. to understand the minds of people like us; people who don't belong. the ones that are halfway dead. what do you call it?