I enjoy the pain of not sleeping, I enjoy the pain of being lonely, I enjoy physical pain. I enjoy being a little bit crazy, I enjoy the fact that no one knows how crazy I am. I enjoy having weird thoughts, I enjoy the idea of harming myself, I enjoy the idea that I’ve harmed myself, I enjoy the scars I have.
I live each day with guilt and regret,
remembering things i try to forget,
i search for things so i feel complete
holding onto things so that they never leave
i leave things before i get left
so im the one that hurts people instead
i push things aside and ignore whats infront of me
i walk around aimless and ever so silently
play both teams, never takes sides
never give an opinion because people always lie
stab you in the back, kick you when you’re down
when you need them the most, they’re never around
Let’s be honest now, hetero sex is so predictable
If you put John Noble’s face on The Queen’s head, it’s still The Queen.
When a Black person does something good, the media attributes it to the individual.
When a Black person does something bad, the media attributes it to the entire race.
When a white person does something good, it’s attributed to humanity on a whole.
When a white person does something bad, it’s the individual, and more likely than not, it wasn’t their own fault, but the fault of their circumstances.