Blah, blah, blah, big words, small brain standing in front, holding spotlights thinking he's blowing everyone's minds spewing casual sexism and lies Can't you see I'm dying alive? Where is the fucking clock in this awful fucking place anyway? I'd rather be outside in the sun fifty degrees heat on my bare skin than taking … Continue reading 9:38 in Training Room
I used to get so numb I slit open my skin to feel something then strangers came in and my heart was warmed they came to be my fire for a while then they were off burnt to ashes and things darkened and I was numb then you came in and you were numb we … Continue reading and I feel safe and you feel sane
I like ‘em pained I like ‘em fed up with the world give me a nervous wreck give me a broken pieces of a man or a woman I like puzzle I can hardly wait to put them back together adding bits and pieces of me into those missing holes I’ll put you back together … Continue reading I’ll Be Your Fucking Sunshine, You Grumpy Soul
Well, isn’t this a giant FUCK YOU straight from God? put me where I am gave me a glimpse of a life I long for then remind me that it could never be Is He furious I don’t believe in Him? --Ryna S.
She came in my room to stay ‘til morning a lot of late like she knew time was running out and I asked her “Will you still be here this time next year?” I knew time was running out She usually stayed for a while She absorbed as much warmth as she could then she … Continue reading For You And Our Years Together
I don’t know what to make of you I tried I try so hard to get to know you little by little but the more I see the more I don’t understand The more I know the more I’m confused and all these people are trying to do the same Should I give up? You’re … Continue reading I Don’t Know What To Make Of You
She loves so intensely there's no way out She lives so idly in her one-man cult She believes so strongly in this girl, she has no doubt She hurts so severely when her love doesn't count She'll get over it eventually just let concert tickets empty her bank account.
Somehow a song found you, read you through and through, echoed out you pains your thoughts your desire unsaid things on your mind. You're left emptied, gutted, but never felt more alive. -- Ryna S.
“You’re the nicest person. Never change.” You’re the nicest person, haven’t changed. You’re the nicest person, I changed. You’re the nicest person, I’m bored. You’re the nicest person, I ignore. You’re the nicest person, I’m sorry, You’re the nicest person, I just don’t like you anymore. --Ryna S.
We're the hungry kids sitting in our rooms fascinated by the people whose lives are doomed We’re the hungry kids our books are banned watching movies most people don’t understand We’re the hungry kids but not for meals we crave someone who adhere what we feel We’re the hungry kids for comfort and sympathy something … Continue reading Hungry Kids