A lot makes me sad
Not much makes me happy
I like playing games
And spending time with family
I hate pretending
I hate having to be “manly”
I like being in Atlanta
I like a certain Cancer
I hate that my dad left me
I hate that her mom left her
It’s no one’s fault really
Though I feel like most thing fall on me
Maybe I’m right about everything
Or maybe I’m just bad at overthinking
Sometimes I think
Well, I think all the time…
At least I think I’m always thinking
What do you think?
I don’t think it really matters
Not what you think, but what anyone thinks
Everyone can think
So what makes what you think matter more than what I think?
Maybe no one should be thinking
Or maybe I’m thinking too much
I don’t really know.
What exactly is knowing anyway?
To know is to have learned.
To learn is to have been taught.
To have taught is to have thought.
To be able to teach is to have once wandered.
I find it strange that you claim to live your life by a book you’ve never completely read.
I find it strange that you still believe you can determine where I go once I’m dead.
I find it strange that I came here for church but your more worried about the hat that’s on my head.
I find it strange that you lack yeast if knowledge of self is God’s bread…
I find it strange that you twist the bible for your own personal gain.
I find it strange that if I question your book then I’m either a demon or insane.
I find it strange that you think your religion is the only one that’s real.
I find it strange you could be so deranged that requires a special kind of skill.
I find it strange you’re able to judge without knowing what someone feels.
I find it strange you don’t look for answers but if you don’t then I will…
Weekends playing Sims 3
Army Wives and Weeds on Netflix
No cable tv
Came with 2 bags and the intention to nurture
Knew I never wanted you to leave
So why did I hurt her?
I’d die for you
I’d even commit murder
Your looks kill
Your love keeps me living
I know I messed up
I hope I’m forgiven