Pain Always Finds Its Way Back to Me.

Feel like im surrounded.
Besieged.
Encircled.

In a blanket of fog.
Haze.
Uncertainty.

Don't know what
is going to happen
next.

Only know its going
to lead to one of two
things.

Pain.
Or
Happiness.

Pain.
Blood.
and Tears.

Happiness.
Warmth.
and Love.

Would I do anything for
Happiness?
Yes.

Would that include changing
myself?
No.

But in the end, isn't happiness
found by being yourself
anyway?

So why would I even have
or think of changing
myself?

Easy. Because I can never be happy
in my own
skin.

Why say this? Because I don't remember
the last time i've truly been
happy.

Because sometimes happiness doesn't seem
to find its way to some
people.

Or maybe thats another way of saying
hey, you don't even deserve
it.

So I take the blade and invite
the teeth to dive into
Blood.

An ocean of crimson not far below
layers of my
skin.

And the feeling is great,
no its better than
great.

Why say this? Because It takes away
the emotional
Pain.

Because steal teeth always seem to
find their way back to
me.

Or maybe thats another way of saying
hey, this is what you deserve, more
Pain.

I have nothing more to say to them. I'm done.

Fuck you.

I'm done with this,
and with you.

I have nothing more to say
besides, "Fuck you".

And that, I believe, is more
than you deserve.

Why? Because you are inconsiderate
and thick-headed, but most of all you have

no heart.

You continue to hurt me,
and you know it.

Stop lying right to my face.
I'm sick of all the lies.

I'm sick of you.