Month: November 2018

Someday. Someday.

Someday, someday.

I should be my own best friend. Spend my days doing shit for myself by myself. Others become my priority, when all they do is make others their priority.

That’s cool.

I’m my own on my own best friend. Don’t need no one and no one needs me. Just when they’re sad enough. Just when the world doesn’t hit them right. Just when they need something. Some plans, some things, some days…but they don’t need me. They need my actions.

I’m not hurt. Sticks and stones, am I right? Just breathe and it all goes away, right? But take my time, take my money. Take my placecard and give it to someone else. Until you need me again.

But you didn’t hear that from me.



But you won’t hear that from me. All I do is give for the taker. Bleed for the faker—then start again.

Fuck me, right?

My bad. My problem. All me. All I do is drown in my own waters until someone someday sends a lifeline.


Someday, right?


“Always got them excuses.”

Why do I wait?

Excuses. Always fucking excuses

Some days being alone is easy.

Never any excuses.

I don’t believe people anymore

I don’t trust the people when they talk.

Always fucking excuses.

I can’t.

I don’t.

Then “I won’t“.

Rather be sick then have fucking excuses.

But I wait.

Got me waiting for it.

Do you see it?

There it goes.

See it?

There it passes.

Another fucking excuse.

We forget truths to come up with the best excuse.

But I’m tired.

I’m sick.

And I have run out of excuses too.