No one wants to hear your problems , even when you need someone to talk to no ones there.
I’M SO HIGH
Bong hit ,mind splits.numb arms, vision harmed.dizzy my thoughts frizzy.Finding my way back i need to relax heart is it racing or is it slowed my emotions are gold,Empty feeling i need to eat,but so light headed i need a seat,i cant feel my feet.My eyes red my brain,dead.
My high withdraws
thoughts more refined
i’m clear.
(Source: thewhatever, via g2g-breakfast-with-satan)
"Have another drink and drive yourself home.
I hope there’s ice on all the roads.
And you can think of me when you forget your seatbelt,
and again when your head goes through the windshield."
I hope there’s ice on all the roads.
And you can think of me when you forget your seatbelt,
and again when your head goes through the windshield."
— Seventy Times 7 by Brand New
It’s like i’m losing my mind,my brain is led lined,they think i’m fine,but i don’t mind,keeping stuff bottled inside,you can come along for the ride,although you may not like what you find.
Am i insane?
I’m unknown in this house alone,i need to unfold,i feel old,the things i say untold,i yell at myself,scold,brain tumor for my bad humor,legs they crack,spines out of wack,full bottle of jack,eyes double vision,wrists make an incision,exhale let your mind fail,lay down on nails,just take the pain,your going insane,thoughts just keep them contained.
(Source: , via g2g-breakfast-with-satan)
Thinking
Acid drips till your mind slips,you trip.can’t get up,your fed up. I’m trying but still denying, that I’m hiding. I’m not law abiding,I’m deciding,what’s right and what’s wrong,what’s a kid to a bong,reckless nevertheless. I’m guess-less.
Locked
Mind trapped I’m not intact,my fiction fact,pencil cracked,jail cell?I can’t tell. I will run away I already feel like a stray,it’s a new day but nothing is okay. I don’t understand what I say. Paper to tome,I’m still unknown, lost. Long distance filled of inconsistance. I’m walking,my mind will be the last talking.
Winter Morning
The snow it sits,the cold blow of wind hits,my mind tilts,heat wilts the frost,my lungs exhaust,I’d smoke,but my cigarette broke.I choke on my last breath,the cold brings me closer to death,tears freeze over. it’s no longer October.I’m hungover.
Blink-182 Rock Show i love that they really gave out money to random people lol
On A Trip
Sit back,toke,its a joke,laugh,my minds on a graph.Brains smelting,eyes bleeding,words repeating,running from my ghost brain burnt like toast,parasite to host.just take the most.tip trip,ground to face.a blind sign,but not mine.cant be kind.lets unwind.fear,blood smeared,eyes they rise,tears near.pupils dilated train of thought annihilated.suicide contemplated,i’m not related.so faded.
