Bloody, soapy bathwater.

I feel insane.
Im running low on love. Refill me. Im almost on empty.
Something isnt right in my mind.
Im incapable of functioning as the rest of society.
Ive given up on trying to find you.
I will wait patiently.
I will go crazy(er)
I will play games and tell stories.
Make everything a little more inocent with my puns.
Nothing is the same when you turn around.
Dont look back! Dont look down!
Where was I going?
With this, I mean.
Or maybe just in general. I cant tell.
Im so sorry, but not really.
HEY GUESS WHAT. I SECRETELY HATE EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU.












Shes got issues and theyre all the emotional kind.