and begin my breakdown:
waste it all want it all
stop writing really stupid poems
so fucking wasted
all the time
moving so fast
and trying to control myself
on the floor with the door closed
saying one more day one more day you can do it
one more week one more week
keep going keeeeep going
stop shutting off
fucking get over it
get your body out of bed
body screaming out of bed
slap sense into your head
everybody's got rings under their eyes
yours are for the wrong reasons
pounding against my forehead
blood rushing around what a sound
you look sad
tired smile
stressed smile
sad smile
tell me tell me
oh this boy
keep going idiot
weak smile
dead smile
i am a fucked up project
where all the projections
crush my skull in
and leave me pathetic and crying on my bedroom floor with my little radio concertos allowing me some sleep and feeling like i'm fucking myself over and wanting to dye my hair blue
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