Monday, August 4, 2008


I wanted to talk to you all day.
Well I've been home,
You've been home.
I figured we could just talk.

I hate my heart.
I wish I could tear it out,
Stomp on it and make it stop.
Heavy is my heart.

I hate being in love,
It makes me want to hurl.
I don't ever want to be in love again
Its a stress,
A stress I don't need.

Happy but more annoyed,
More sad.

I get annoyed when I can't talk to you,
Sad when I can't get a hold of you.
I can almost feel it,
Sense it.
Call me delusional,

It makes me sick.
You don't understand how i am thinking.
I think I've gone crazy.
You are not.
Yes I am.

I get super jealous at times,
Very emotional.

I get these thoughts,
And it drives me crazy.
I can't deal with it,
Everybody is like the police.