AnonDreamer117

Even if it's the first house you've lived in. Even if they say how lovely your parents are. Even if it says welcome on the doormat. Even if it's where your bed is. Your house is just four walls, a roof, and a floor. If it is not where your heart is, The house is not your home. Your home is where you choose. And I choose to take my home with me Beating inside my chest Everywhere I go.

I have tried explaining it to you before. I paraphrased, annotated, and puncuated. Every. Single. Line. I don't know how I could have made it any clearer to you. I can't get words through the fingers stuck in your ear canals. You have made it clear to me. Day in, Day out, That You Do Not Care. It's not that you can't... You won't even try. My tired exhales have reached no destination willing to accommodate them. So, I hold my breath. I'm going to suffocate, because of you. I Just Pray It Stops The Pain Eventually.

I'm going to tear you up. Atom to atom. Until you are unrecognizable. Just Like Me. Your essence will disperse into nothing as my tears fall upon the PetSmart parking lot. You don't deserve me. I don't deserve me. The meaning is dissolving into nothing all around me. The good. The bad. The everything else. I feel so Distant. "Stand still." "Let's start over." But there is no sound on the other side of the phone wire. It's not going to happen again. Or maybe it will. At this point, I don't even know anymore. Just Let Me Close My Eyes. ...please...