| Why I Hate Pot if you had ripped me apart at the seams that would have been easy enough to sew right back up i could have been fixed so easily. but you ripped me up all over shredded me with scissors and deadened me with emptiness. elliott tries do hard to revive me. but everyone meaningful is buried in ivy. elliott is on the west coast, the coast i gave up for you. elliott checked out i didn't know him too well he didn't like it here. i like it here. they poke me and you're offended dud threw your stuff out the window and mum threw my stuff out too and now my room is empty except for me in the middle of it. dud said not to take drugs mum said not to do drugs but i guess i was not listening. why did you do it why did you do it did you want me to hate you for all time. i'll never unearth it, you don't have to worry. in the past my life wasn't about the past but right this second in the present it's nothing but the past and tomorrow is the past the day after that. all my past was spent proving i was human and now i wish no one had proven it. i should feel bad what did i do what did i do what did i do did you take a pill swallow a caplet to make us disappear. why am i not up in arms why am i not caring. someone's going to have to prove i'm human after they scrape the pieces of my head out of the oven. |