Car crash- hurt neck, walk it off, lesbian bar- wicked fun. Lost both my lip rings- left one closed up. Go to bed annoyed, wake up annoyed. Someone just made me feel like a piece of meat, like i’m nothing but a vagina. 

So, here I am, alone on a Saturday, trying to Hulk Smash my emotions away, as I listen to the sound of rain on my drive way. Where is The Cat in The Hat when I need him?

A kiss of wine

2 swallows of pink

a cold bed to lay in

a monster she thinks

A clear liquid spills

a cough and a gag

she sleeps alone

that old sorry hag

Paint on her pillow

clay on her foot

her mind keeps on racing

her heart turns to soot

Pocketed poison

shatters of glass

no hope for tomorrow

she’s stuck in the past

Fuck your reality. I’d rather be on some shit watching mario go down green pipes and collecting coins, that’s real. Gotta save the princess, ‘cause that bitch isn’t going to save herself. Fuck the princess. To me, last month was last week, and tomorrow was 3 fucking seconds ago. So what am I supposed to do about tomorrow, when I already missed it? How am I supposed to work for a better future, when the princess can’t even save herself. I don’t know if I want a slice of reality, that shit is way too heavy. I never asked to be your fall back kid, I never signed up for this. Always best at being last, always first at being forgotten. Well fuck your house, and your mortgage.

Try eating your own words before you serve them to me; maybe then you’ll realize how bloody they are. Try living in a house with 3 walls between you and sanity. Everything is your fault, and everyone is disappointed. But you’ll grow out of it, because you’re just going through a trend. The tears disappear, and blood takes its place. And it’s not surprising to bleed coins, or the occasional mushroom, gotta save the princess. You take a stab at being normal, and it stabs you back. Maybe it should have been a girl, maybe I should have said something, maybe.

You’re drowning, everyone thinks you’re dreaming. They watch as you gasp for air, they don’t try to save you, instead they throw weights on you, and you sink further. It’s your fault for not being strong enough to swim. The surface is so far, your lunges are so weak, and your body is so bruised. At what point did you become the  princess, and what the hell is taking Mario so long?

~This is very old, personal, and probably confusing.