It’s hard to wake up When the shades have been pulled shut This house is haunted It’s so pathetic It makes no sense at all. I’m ripe with things to say The words rot and fall away. If a stupid poem could fix this home I’d read it every day.
Their anger hurts my ears Been running strong for seven years Rather than fix the problems, they never solve them It makes no sense at all I see them every day We get along so why can’t they? If this is what he wants and this is what she wants Then why is there so much pain?
“Let me tell you this: if you meet a loner, no matter what they tell you, it’s not because they enjoy solitude. It’s because they have tried to blend into the world before, and people continue to disappoint them.”—My Sister’s Keeper (via tututmo)