And take away their freedom like you did to me treat them like you don't need them and they aint worthy of you, feed them the same sh!t that you made me eat, im moving on forget you.  oh now im special i didnt feel special when i was with you, all i ever felt was this helplessness imprisoned by a selfish bitch chew me up and spit me out i fell for this so many times its ridiculous and still i stick with this im sick of this but in my sickness and addiction your addictive as they get evil as they come vindictive as they make them my friends keep asking me why i cant just walk away from im addicted to the pain, the stress the drama im drawn to sh!t so i guess im a mess cursed and blessed but this time i aint changing my mind im climbing out this abyss your screaming as i walk out that ill be missed but when you spoke of the people who meant the most to you you left me off the list. 

dreaming

ever woke up and asked your self: "did i REALLY just dream that, wtf?" waking up and realising what you have actually just dreamt, has got to be one of the weirdest things. everyone you know can be in the one dream, with the dream seeming like a lifetime but you wake up to realise its only been a few hours. some dreams are things that have actually or will happen in the future, but what about the ones that are too good to be true? where'd they come from. i guess im just curious. i would love to know why we dream the things we do, and what it is supposed to mean? but unfortunately most of the questions i ask cannot be answered...

i want to buy you, but unfortunately there is no room in my wardrobe.

i used to think you were the one who wouldn't judge,
and wasn't a bitcch at all. i now realise, your the worst.
your just tooo good at backstabbing for anyone to notice.

im sick of holding everything inside, but i know for a fact that you will not be a big fan of what comes out.