The Things That I Have Always Wanted To Say

So much to say,

Yet nothing is said

Maybe I’ll just write another cliché poem

To get this shit out of my head

All I want to do is write something meaningful;

Which perfectly describes these emotions, so indescribable

Yet I keep writing about the same old shit

Why do I just repeat the pattern? I can’t break away from it.

I’m swimming in gasoline

Waiting for you to drop the match

This world is harsh and lonely

And I am but another one night catch

If I could, I’d take a gun and point it to the head

Of everyone who thought it would be fun to play around with my heart

And believe me there are many who have painted my face in blood red

It’s a shame that I didn’t pick up on it all from the very start

I need something to take me away,

I can’t stand being here for one more day

Feeling like nothing, isn’t so appealing

So forgive me when you start your squealing

If people would stop fucking me over

Then maybe you all wouldn’t get a cold shoulder

But until that day, when it all goes away

You can find me laying here with a gun under my pillow

When I see you in my dreams,

I will shoot to kill

I am so sick of you and your stupid intentions

Get out of my head, and stay out of my bed

I’m so fucking through with all this shit